Lucius

Darius’s wolf had gone into the woods for a run, he had been under so much pressure and he needed it. He had already sent a maid to prepare Emelda for the night but for some reason, his heart had been thumping so hard and so, he decided to take a run, to calm his nerves.

But as he ran down his familiar part, something strange happened to him, he got caught up in a gust of wind. It came from nowhere, throwing his wolf against a tree and down a rocky hill. He had tumbled till he got to the bottom but he had come out unhurt.

Darius had shifted back to his human self but he had a small headache. He took a little nap and by the time he woke up, he felt better. He felt strong enough to go back to the palace. To meet her.

His walk back was more of a stroll, a slow lazy walk. Till he got to the west wing of the palace, where his bedroom was located. That was when he picked up the scent. An odd scent that was familiar to him, yet distant. He had immediately gone on al