Morana. Rowan and I run through the dense forest, the pounding of our steps echoing through the quiet forest. The tall trees burst past us as we got close to our grandfather’s cabin. We had been running for what felt like hours. It was almost dawn, with the sun rising. Since I was still a wolfess,

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

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

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. 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