one hundred and twenty five

Vanessa’s POV

I sat on the bed, my body tense with fear and uncertainty. The darkness behind the blindfold enveloped me, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable. My hands were tightly bound, restricting my movements and reminding me of my captivity. It felt like an eternity since I had been forcefully taken from the safety of the palace, and the absence of any explanations only deepened my apprehension.

As I sat in silence, straining my ears for any sign of approaching footsteps or voices, a familiar scent wafted through the air. It danced around me, teasing my senses with its familiarity. My heightened sense of smell, a side effect of my pregnancy, seemed to amplify its presence. It was as if my wolf, my inner instinct, had awakened, urging me to pay attention.

Confusion mingled with curiosity as I tried to place the scent. It was elusive, yet undeniably connected to someone I knew. My mind raced, sifting through memories and faces, desperately tr