The mate of the werewolf

had always been captivated by the beauty of the moonlit forest, where the trees stood tall and proud, their silhouettes whispering secrets

coursework and part-time work, the weight of her responsibilities often felt overwhelming. The tranquil ambiance

echoing in the stillness. The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow that illuminated her surr

ed to listen, her senses heightened. The forest, usually so alive with sounds, fell silent. A chill ran

per of the wind through the branches. Steeling her nerves, she took a step

name she had heard whispered among her peers-a local legend wrapped in mystery. The stories painted him as a brooding figure, pa

shoulders, the way he carried himself with a mix of confidence and restraint. There was an a

th like velvet. "And you must be Aurora Wint

by his familiarity. The stories spoke of Lucas's myste

someone like you." His gaze locked onto hers, and for a moment, the world around them faded. Auro

, her voice firm despite the

f a smile playing on his lips. "But I suspect you're

amer in a world that demanded practicality. The weight of expectations hung heavy on her

he replied, forcing a casua

icker of seriousness crossing his face. "This fores

ned rooted to the ground. There was something magnetic about Lucas, an allure that captivated h

despite her better judgment. The legends spoke of the pack's power,

s more than just a title. It's a way of life, a

urora questioned, leanin

otect our territory and our own. And it means that every full moon, ou

ard, her heart rac

saw something primal flash across his features. "I'm

smissed as mere folklore were suddenly very real. "You'

d you should be careful. The woods can be treacherou

, her mind racing.

ear of the territory unless invited. And never forget

emotions wash over her. Fear battled with an insatiable curiosit

finally asked, struggling to comp

e you're special, Aurora. More than you realize. There's so

trees, a haunting sound that sent shivers down her spine. Au

is demeanor shifting. "It's not safe here,

etic pull she felt toward him and the prima

in his voice. "There are forces at pl

cast its silver light on her retreat, illuminating the way back to the safety of her home. As she ran, her mind raced with thoughts of Luc