Mated to the Werewolf Mafia

unnatural stillness that clung to the air. Moonlight barely pierced through the mist, casting pale beams that struggled to reach the ground. The Blackwood Estate loomed in the distance, its

or coming on such short notice." Aria's heart pounded in her chest as she met his gaze, forcing herself to remain composed despite the strange energy that seemed to pulse between them. "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. I'm here to help. Where's the wolf?" Julian's eyes narrowed slightly, as if assessing her, before he stepped aside, allowing her to enter. "Follow me." She walked past him, her senses on high alert. The manor's interior was just as grand as its exterior, though it too bore the signs of age. Dark wood paneling, intricately carved, lined the walls, and ancient tapestries depicting scenes of wolves in various stages of the hunt adorned the hallways. The air was heavy with the scent of old books, leather, and something else-something wild. They walked in silence through the dimly lit corridors, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the stone floors. Julian led her deeper into the manor, until they reached a door at the end of a particularly long hallway. He paused, his hand resting on the handle, and turned to her. "Before we go in, you should know that this wolf is... different," he said, his tone grave. "It's important that you exercise caution." Aria frowned, puzzled by his warning. "Different how?" He didn't answer, instead opening the door and gesturing for her to enter. She stepped into the room and froze. The space was large, with high ceilings and a fireplace that cast flickering shadows across the walls. But it wasn't the room that held her attention-it was the creature lying on the floor. The wolf was massive, far larger than any she had ever seen. Its fur was a deep, midnight black, so dark it seemed to absorb the light. Even in its prone position, it exuded a raw, untamed power that sent a thrill of fear through her. But it was the eyes that truly unsettled her-eyes that glowed a luminous silver, much like Julian's, and were far too intelligent for a mere animal. Aria's breath caught in her throat as she knelt beside the wolf, her heart pounding in her ears. The beast was wounded, a deep gash running along its side, staining its fur with dark, almost black blood. Yet, despite the severity of the injury, the wolf's gaze remained locked on hers, as though challenging her, testing her resolve. She forced herself to focus, pushing aside the unease that gnawed at her. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice soothing. "I'm here to help you." The wolf's ears twitched, and it let out a low, rumbling growl that reverberated through the room. Aria hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to back away, but she held her ground. There was something about this creature, something that called to her on a level she didn't fully understand. It was as if a part of her recognized it, despite having never encountered anything like it before. Julian watched her closely, his expression inscrutable. "Can you help him?" Aria didn't look away from the wolf as she responded. "I need to clean the wound and stitch it up. But I'll need your help to keep him calm." Julian nodded and moved to the wolf's head, kneeling down an