Forty seven

Prince Simon’s point of view

I gaze into the serene beauty of the moonlit forest, the tranquility of the moment washing over me like a gentle breeze. Princess Golder’s words still echo in my mind, reminding me of the sanctity of our love amidst the chaos that surrounds us. But little do I know that darkness lurks in the shadows, waiting to shatter our brief respite.

As we venture deeper into the woods, a sense of unease prickles at the back of my neck. I cannot shake the feeling that we are being watched, that unseen eyes follow our every move. The air grows heavy with anticipation, as if nature itself holds its breath, awaiting the impending storm.

Suddenly, a deafening silence descends upon the forest. The rustling leaves freeze in place, and an eerie stillness settles around us. My instincts scream danger, but it’s too late. Shadows materialize from the darkness, figures clad in darkness, their eyes burning with malice.

The Krypts, our rival pack, have found us.

In an instant, chao