Chapter four

As we rushed to help Sam, I couldn't help but think about how brave and selfless he was to intervene in the fight. And how handsome he looked, with his long, thick black hair and well-shaped muscles. I felt a flutter in my chest, and I couldn't deny the attraction I felt towards him.

When we finally caught up to Sam, he was surrounded by the pack of lone wolfmen, their eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. Jace and I charged into the fray, fighting off the attackers with all our might.

In the heat of the battle, I saw Sam's eyes lock onto mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was the connection between us.

Finally, we emerged victorious, the attackers fleeing in disarray. Sam approached us, his eyes still fixed on mine, and I felt my heart race with excitement.

"Thanks for saving me," he said, his voice low and husky.

"No problem," Jace replied, grinning. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"

Sam nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "Yeah, we do."

And in that moment, I knew that something special was brewing between us. Something that would change the course of our As we walked away from the scene of the fight, I couldn't help but notice the way Sam's eyes lingered on mine. It was as if he was searching for something, or trying to convey a message that only I could understand.

Jace, oblivious to the tension between us, chattered on about the fight, reliving the adrenaline rush of the battle. But I was only half-listening, my mind preoccupied with the mysterious stranger who had just saved my life.

"Hey, Sam," Jace said, clapping him on the back. "You're pretty handy in a fight. You should join our training sessions sometime."

Sam smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'd like that," he said, his gaze flicking to mine.

I felt a flutter in my chest, and quickly looked away, not wanting to reveal my interest. But I could sense Sam's eyes still on me, burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle.

As we approached the palace, I knew I had to find a way to get rid of Jace, to have a moment alone with Sam. And so, I concocted a hasty excuse, telling Jace I needed to attend to some royal business.

"See you later, guys," I said, waving them off.

Jace nodded, but Sam hesitated, his eyes lingering on mine. "I'll walk you to the palace," he said, falling into step beside me.

My heart raced as we walked, the silence between us thick with tension. I knew I had to say something, to break the spell that had been cast over us.

"Thanks again for saving me," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Sam's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze burning with intensity. "Anytime," he said, his voice low and husky.

And in that moment, I knew that I was inAs we walked, the silence between us grew thicker, like a palpable force that pulsed with energy. I could feel Sam's eyes on me, boring into my skin, and I knew I had to say something to break the tension.

"Sam, can I ask you something?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course, Jholand," he replied, his voice low and husky.

"What's your story?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. "You're not like the others, are you?"

Sam's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through me. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice guarded.

"I mean, you're not like the other werewolves," I said, my words tumbling out in a rush. "You're different, special. And I want to know why."

Sam's expression softened, his eyes gleaming with a hint of sadness. "I've been through a lot, Jholand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Things that would make your blood run cold."

I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I knew I had to press on. "Tell me," I said, my voice firm.

Sam hesitated, his eyes searching mine. And then, in a low, husky voice, he began to speak.

"I was born with a curse, Jholand," he said, his words dripping with pain. "A curse that makes me different, special. And I've been running from it my whole life."

I felt a pang of sympathy, my heart going out to this mysterious stranger. And as we walked, Sam's story unfolded like a dark, twisted fairy tale, full of secrets and lies, of pain and betrayal.

And I knew, in that moment, that I was hooked. Hooked on Sam, on his story, on the secrets he kept hidden behinAs we walked, Sam's story poured out like a river, carrying me along with its twists and turns. I listened, entranced, as he spoke of his childhood, of the curse that had been placed upon him, and of the struggles he had faced.

And then, just as suddenly as it had begun, the story stopped. Sam's eyes snapped back to mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins.

"Enough," he said, his voice low and husky. "That's enough for now."

I nodded, feeling a little dazed. I couldn't believe what I had just heard. The secrets, the lies, the pain... it was all so overwhelming.

But as we stood there, the silence between us grew thick once more. And I knew I had to say something, to break the spell that had been cast over us.

"Sam," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for telling me."

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. "I had to," he said. "I had to trust someone."

And with that, the tension between us snapped. Sam's face relaxed, and he smiled, a small, gentle smile that made my heart skip a beat.

"Let's get you back to the palace," he said, his voice soft. "You've had a long day."

I nodded, feeling a little dazed. But as we walked, I knew that my life had changed forever. I had seen the secrets that lay behind Sam's eyes, and I was determined to uncover them all.d those piercing eyes. trouble. Big trouble.lives forever.

As we walked back to the palace, I couldn't help but steal glances at Sam. His story had left me reeling, and I couldn't believe the secrets he had shared with me. I felt a deep connection to him, a sense of understanding that I couldn't explain.

When we reached the palace, Sam turned to me and nodded. "Goodnight, Jholand," he said, his voice low and husky.

"Goodnight, Sam," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

As I watched him walk away, I felt a pang of disappointment. I didn't want the night to end, didn't want to leave his side.

But as I turned to enter the palace, I heard a soft voice behind me. "Jholand."

I turned back to see Sam standing there, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Yes?" I asked, my heart racing.

"I forgot to give you something," he said, his voice low and mysterious.

And with that, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, delicate box. He opened it, revealing a beautiful silver necklace with a small crystal pendant.

"This was my mother's," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I want you to have it."

I gasped, my heart skipping a beat. "Sam, I can't accept this," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

But Sam just smiled, his eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "You can," he said. "You must."

And with that, he fastened the necklace around my neck, his fingers brushing against my skin. I felt a shiver run down my spine, and I knew that my life would never be the same again.

As I stood there, the necklace gleaming in the moonlight, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. It was as if the crystal pendant was pulsing with a gentle, soothing energy, and I could feel it resonating deep within my chest.

Sam's eyes never left mine, and I could see the intensity of his gaze burning brighter with every passing moment. I felt like he was trying to convey a message to me, a message that only I could understand.

And then, without another word, he turned and disappeared into the night, leaving me standing alone in the palace courtyard. I was left to ponder the meaning of the necklace, and the secrets that Sam had shared with me.

As I walked back to my chambers, the necklace felt like a weight around my neck, a constant reminder of the mysterious stranger who had given it to me. I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I couldn't even imagine.

And as I lay in bed that night, the crystal pendant glowing softly in the darkness, I knew that I would never forget the night that Sam had given it to me. It was a night that would haunt me, tantalize me, and ultimately, lead me down a path from which there was no return.