Semua Bab Colorless : Bab 41 - Bab 50

"You've got yourself a little plaything, I see," he commented. Ciro's arm tightened. "Watch it, Duncan," he warned, anger radiating off him. "You're here to sign a treaty, not start a war." I frowned. Sign a treaty ? Why would a lone werewolf pack be signing a treaty with a Lyncan king ? Specifically, with the Richardsons ? Ciro addressed him by his first name too. I was well versed in politics to know that a leader never called another leader by their first name, unless they were friends. Were they ?"You would start a war over that?" He responded, his eyes trailing down my body in disgust. Ciro growled, his chest vibrating deeply. "I won't warn you again," he said coldly. “My Beta would take you to the council room. I'll be there in a minute." As if on cue, a middle-aged man emerged from behind him, nodding curtly at Duncan. He was tall and lean, his movements precise, like every step was calculated. Short, dark hair framed a face that gave nothing away, but his sharp grey eye

I popped my head into his office, glancing around. "Ciro?" I called out. He looked up, from his paperwork, his eyes sharp with surprise. I pushed open the door, stepping in and shutting it behind me. He quirked up a brow, leaning back into his large, imposing chair. The window behind him filtered in golden rays of the setting sun, making him look beautiful yet dangerous. Dangerous. I hadn’t seen him in that light before. "I just wanted to check in on you," I said, licking my dry lips. His eyes followed the movement lazily, making my cheeks stain a warm shade of pink. He didn't say anything, just stared at me. It was unnerving. "But if you're busy, I could leave a..." "Stay." His voice was rougher than usual. "Come closer, Jasmine, I don't like the distance." I stepped closer, my heart pounding in my chest. “Closer." I took another step, why was I blindly obeying him ? Maybe it was the way he stared, those sharp eyes gazing at me with an unreadable expression. Why was he being

Flashback I stood with my hands clasped behind my back, staring at the male seated before me. His eyes were trained outside; he seemed to be watching the young warriors spar, but the faraway look in his eyes told me otherwise. "You summoned me," I spoke, trying to remind him of my presence. The air was thick with tension. “Yes," he responded without taking his eyes off the window. "It's about her, Jasmine." Of course. Why else would the crowned prince summon me to his office if not for his dear beloved sister? I almost scoffed just thinking about her. "Given your history with her, I'm fairly certain you'd be reluctant to accept this, but I want you to know you have no choice," he finally turned to me, pinning me with his cold hazel gaze. He looked different. His eyes were lifeless, and his body was tense, the complete opposite of the cheerful, laidback prince he usually portrayed. "Thanks for clarifying that," he responded bitterly. Of course, I never had a choice. "

Unknown POV: I watched her, her strawberry blonde hair bouncing as she walked, her green eyes sharp and alert. To the ordinary eyes, she looked like a normal human girl somehow tangled up in Pack business, but I knew better, could sense that evil lurking just beneath the surface. Her aura has changed since the last time I saw her at her pack, slowly morphing into what she truly is. I almost laughed. Poor little Jasmine, alone in the world. Let's see your brother save you now. My claws protruded and my pace increased as I trailed her. Naive and dumb, walking around a pack house with no security. This area was isolated, it was going to be a full moon tonight, everyone was out preparing, but of course, the wolfless girl chose to go to the library instead. I could feel the blood lust rising in my veins. My footsteps were silent against the ground, each one calculated, closing the distance between us. She didn't hear me—too caught up in her own little world, shoulders relaxed, the fa

The forest swallowed us whole. The ground blurred beneath Ciro's pounding paws, every stride sending a jolt up through my body. The air was sharp and alive, rich with scents I couldn't name — musk, damp leaves, the metallic tang of anticipation. Around us, dark shapes moved like shadows, their eyes glinting as the moonlight caught them. The pack ran in perfect rhythm, a living storm. Low growls rippled through the ranks, vibrating through the air. I could feel it — the unity, the hunger, the thrill. For the first time, I didn't hate the woods. I understood to an extent why wolves loved it. It was surreal. Ciro darted left, weaving through the trees with effortless precision, his body a coil of power beneath me. Branches whipped past, the wind roaring in my ears. Every breath burned my lungs, but I didn't care. The wildness here was intoxicating, sinking into my bones. A sharp howl cut through the night — not Ciro's, but another's — and instantly, the formation shifted. Wolves f