MarianKristine handed me the small, shimmering bottle, her eyes glinting with both caution and excitement. “Little wolf,” she said, her voice low and smooth, almost teasing, “this is your first step. Use it wisely. Subtle, delicate… irresistible. Every drop counts. Every scent… every touch… it will awaken what lies dormant inside him. But remember—control, patience, precision. One false move and the magic is wasted.”I held the bottle carefully, feeling the pulse of power inside, a faint warmth as though it were alive, waiting, eager, hungry for the moment it would be used. My wolf hummed beneath my skin, alert, hungry, excited for the game that was about to begin. “I understand,” I whispered, my fingers tightening around the glass. “I won’t fail. He will want me. He will crave me. And nothing—no Alpha, no obstacle—will stand in my way.”Kristine smiled faintly, sharp and cunning, a glint of something dangerous in her eyes. “Very well. Go, little wolf. Begin your hunt. Six months. Fa
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