The Lost Hybrid Princess And The Werewolf Alpha

The night was quiet, but the forest was alive with unseen movements. The Wolf King moved swiftly, his dark cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows, only his golden eyes glowing like twin lanterns in the moonlight. Every step was careful, deliberate, yet urgent.

"Your Majesty," a soft voice spoke behind him. His trusted guard, a tall, muscular wolf-shifter, followed silently. "Do you truly think we will find her in this world after five years?"

The Wolf King's gaze didn't waver from the dense forest ahead. "We have to," he said, voice low, almost a growl. "I lost something that night... something I cannot survive without. That marble-it's been inside her all these years."

The guard's eyes widened. "All these years?"

The King paused, his golden eyes reflecting the silver light of the moon. "Five years ago, I was gravely injured. Hunters from my world chased me without mercy. I had no choice... I escaped into this world."

He glanced at the guard, the shadows of his cloak hiding most of his face. "I had never imagined that the marble inside me-the one that holds a piece of my life, my power, my kingdom-would leave me. That it would end up inside a human... a child of another world."

The guard bowed slightly, sensing the gravity of his King's words. "And now you've finally found a lead?"

The Wolf King's eyes narrowed. "Yes. She is alive. The marble is still within her. I can feel its pull. It calls to me."