Alpha Prince's forgotten love

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m my leather canteen, the cool water soothing my parched throat. Glancing around, I couldn't help b

, as I surveyed the extra bundles of nettles alongside my herb-filled basket, I felt a sense of accomplishment. Today's gathering had been succ

dle strands veil. Carefully, I secured its strands over my head, hiding the deep burnt sc

n appearance, my ears possessed a heightened sensitivity, a testament to my unique heritage of both human and werewolf traits. Despite the fo

in the air. With determination, I set off to follow the sourc

s' patrol area. I pushed aside thoughts of getting lost; my instincts assured me I could find my way back h

floor, both familiar and unknown. His clothes were tattered, his skin marred with bruises and scars. He resembled nothing so much as a discarded rag,

uggage offering zero restriction to my movement. Kneeling beside th

ar me? Wake up,"

fore narrowing in confusion and frustration. When he spoke, his voice drippe

silence. Fear replaced concern as disbelief washed over me. I stumbled backward, attempt

rap of my herb basket snapped, its cont

unforgiving earth. Sweat and fear hung thick in the air, mingling with the sharp scent of pine ne

g of powerlessness as I struggled against my assailant. The memo

You will pay for pushing me into that cliff!" His words were laced with ac

s face, pale beneath the trickle of blood, mirrored my own distress. Doubt

is grip on me gradually loosened. His voice trem

istance, his weakened state betrayed him, causing him to stumble and fall to the side. In a last-dit

d to realize that the stranger lacked the strength to harm me. "Please, l

ease me. His grip tightened, des

reath, evoking a fleeting sense of sympathy within me. Gathering my resolve, I took a deep breath and steeled myself, my arms encircling Orion in

my soul. Relenting, he broke through the silence, his plea for connection though the chaos of his mi

ing more courage to meet his gaze. "And you? Who are you? What's your name

and instinctively clutching his head as he groaned in pain. "Orion," he said hesitantly. "My name is... Orion..

m awake once more, but it was clear he had fainted. Realizing the urgency,

d ease, I set to work, meticulously crafting antiseptic salve from the remaining herbs I had managed to bring home with me. These skills were not merely acqu

is upper clothes to assess his wounds. At that moment, Orion's eyes snapped open, his gaze wary and alert. Wi

the forest canopy. Despite the chaos, a fang-shaped sapphire pendant caught my eye, its vibrant blue standing out against the ruggedness of his attire. Carefully, I tore open his upper clot

?" Orion asked gruffly, his bre