Morana. My consciousness slowly seeped back into my mind. I jolted up while gasping for air, with beads of sweat covering my forehead. Images of my brother being tortured by Elliot kept flashing in front of eyes, sending a chill of horror down my spine. My heart began slamming against my ribcage a
My breath got caught in my throat at the sight of my brother. He was tied to the tree with thick ropes, his face bruised and bloodied. Tears filled my eyes as I looked at his body, covered with bruises and blood running down it. As sense guilt washed over me, This is all because of me. I should’
Morana. Everyone around us was so shocked at the true identity of Adrian. I noticed the sheer terror that filled their eyes when they heard the name of the infamous Lycan king. The weight of his name and his title hung heavy in the air. My eyes were still on Adrian, his words ringing in my head. I
Morana. Trembling, I reached out to check for a pulse, my heart racing in my chest as I desperately searched for any sign of life. When I finally felt the faint throb of his heartbeat beneath my fingertips, a sense of relief washed over me. Suddenly, someone approached us, and I looked up and met
His eyes moved to Rowan. “Glad to see you woke up,” he said. “Thank you for helping us, Ad-your highness.” Rowan said, his voice filled with gratitude. “You can call me Adrian.” He simply said, “We need to leave. It’s no longer safe for you both to stay here. You can move to my pack and live the
Morana. The weight of Adrian’s words hung heavy in the air, sinking deep into my heart like a heavy stone. It felt like a sharp slap to my face for even thinking about the second chance for us. It was a painful reminder of the betrayal and rejection still lingering between us. How could he refer
Morana. As the first rays of dawn painted the sky in hues of soft gold, I found myself standing at the kitchen counter. A feeling of uncertainty gnawed at my insides as I pondered my next action. Cooking has never been my strong suit, and the thought of preparing breakfast for my brother and me loo
Elena chuckled softly at my eagerness. "Well, you will meet the doctor soon enough," she replied cryptically, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Just hold your horses until then."I nodded at her, but I couldn't shake the feeling of anticipation that tingled in my veins. The thought of meeting the