Giovanni's Perspective
We exchanged pleasantries for a while, and it dawned on me that "Aurora's" expression always seemed unnatural whenever I called her name. Her deep eyes flashed with a hint of hesitation and uneasiness, as if she had something she wanted to say but couldn't find the words."What's wrong?" I asked with concern.Aurora shook her head gently. "Nothing."As I tried to continue my questioning, a bell rang in the distance. She looked back at me and asked, "Do you need anything? I have to get breakfast ready."Reluctantly, I released her. "I won't keep you. I should get ready too. I can't wait to see you at breakfast."Aurora smiled gently and stood up, ready to leave.Sensing my mate's departure, my wolf whimpered unhappily, causing me to avert my eyes in embarrassment.Aurora flinched and then smiled softly before she leaned down and kissed my forehead. "Don't worry, we'll see each other again soon, won't we?"My wolf letFern's PerspectiveThe moon hung high in the sky, and its bright light cascaded like mercury into every corner of the forest. Tonight was a full moon, and the entire wolf pack was in a state of exuberance, eagerly anticipating the grand full moon banquet.The bonfire blazed in the clearing, its light reflecting on every excited face. Laughter echoed in the air, and it seemed that even the night wind carried a hint of joy.The large formal dining room was decorated in red, black, and gold. A band played soft music in the background, and at the other end of the room, a beautiful fireplace made the whole space warm and inviting. The room was already packed with guests—men in suits and women in evening gowns—scattered around, socializing in small groups.The waiters were busy setting delicate plates of food on the tables. I couldn't stop taking it all in. In all the dinner parties I remembered, I was the one busy serving the guests, never having the
Fern's PerspectiveNearby plants glowed with a faint, dreamlike light, as if from a scene in a dream. At my feet, insects rustled, and the nearby stream played a soft melody like an orchestra.In the distance, wolves howled, their eyes fixed on the bright moon. The treetops shimmered silver, and the fog cast blurred shadows through the forest. I quickened my pace among the trees.The stream shimmered in the moonlight, illuminating the greenery and flowers that brushed against my ankles. The ethereal beauty before me lifted my bad mood, and a slow smile spread across my face. Giovanni observed me."Thank you, Giovanni!" I exclaimed, releasing the pent-up boredom of the past few days.Giovanni nodded in response. I happily dashed through the forest toward the moon, as if running toward my freedom.Moonlight bathed me, as if beckoning me back to nature. I couldn't resist the call from within, and my body began to change, muscles exp
Fern's PerspectiveI grunted softly to keep from losing consciousness and falling into a pit of desire, but the faint, inaudible refusal aroused Giovanni's determination to conquer.His hands climbed to the small of my back and reached their peak—a gentle caress that sent my arousal into a frenzy as he brushed them over me.I was lost in his intoxicating scent, feeling arousal grow inside me. My breasts hardened for him, and I found myself excited when he noticed, hunger deep in his eyes.I felt a hot rush beneath me, causing a gasp. My eyes were fixed on Giovanni, who frowned as he lay beneath me. My body trembled slightly under Giovanni's touch, not from fear but from something else.I sensed something stirring slowly, like a huge ship arriving in harbor with a complaining whistle, wondering why ships on long voyages weren't allowed to dock.Giovanni slowly sat up, lifting me again, his lips trailing down my neck, skimming my collarbone again. T
Fern's PerspectiveGiovanni and I settled into a routine. He would come over almost every night if he was home and not traveling. I would play the piano and sing soothing songs, and we would spend a lovely evening together, as all passionate couples do, unless he had to attend to communal business. When that happened, we would have breakfast together before he went off to work or on a business trip, while I continued with my day.No matter how late he came or how busy his day had been, he always brought me a gift of some sort. It amazes me how thoughtful he can be. Usually, he brought me flowers, even though I had a whole garden of them outside my door."What are you going to do today?" Giovanni asked over breakfast one morning. He usually asked this question at breakfast, but this day turned out differently than I expected."I don't know," I replied, as I usually did. I had just finished buttering a piece of toast and was about to take a bite when he folded the newspaper he had bee
Fern's Perspective"Little Tree, do you ever feel like our lives have been too quiet lately?" Giovanni suddenly asked, perhaps noticing the frustration on my face.My heart tightened, and I forced a smile. "Isn't it good to have some quiet?""Of course, it's good," Giovanni replied, "but sometimes I wonder if we should do something special. Like go on a trip or try some new activities. Little Tree, I just want you to be happy. The worry in your eyes always breaks my heart." Giovanni looked at me with an expectant glint in his eyes.I nodded. "That sounds good, we can plan something.""How about we go camping at the nearby lake? I've heard it's very scenic there," Giovanni suggested."Yeah, I haven't camped in a long time," I smiled.Night fell, and the moon hung high in the sky, shedding a silvery white light.It was late, and Giovanni and I lay in bed. Giovanni soon fell asleep, while I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I closed my eyes and
Giovanni's PerspectiveMy heart skipped a beat when I heard Tobias' report, and my expression became complicated.Daylight was rising, spilling through the window onto my strong frame. The wind blew from afar, bringing with it a hint of grass and trees, as well as a long-lost memory.My thoughts were instantly drawn back to that war-torn day many years ago.It was a cold winter; the war raged across the land, and blood stained every inch of it. I was leading my werewolf army in a fierce battle with the enemy. In the ruins, I found a little girl. She was covered in blood but stood tenaciously amidst the rubble, with fearlessness and determination in her eyes. That girl was none other than Vivian."What's your name?" I asked."Vivian," the girl's voice trembled, but there was a hint of resilience.From that day on, Vivian became my "sister" and lived among the wolves.She quickly adapted to life here and showed exceptional intelligence and coura
Tobias' PerspectiveIn the evening, as I busied myself preparing for tomorrow's welcome dinner for Vivian, she found me."Tobias!"Vivian's sweet, sultry voice enveloped me, and my wolf howled with delight. Yes, she was my mate, though no one else knew it."Yes, Vivian?" I couldn't help but smirk, so happy was my wolf to be near her.I had watched her grow up, once considering her like a little sister. But after Vivian had been away for training, conquering, and practicing, my wolf couldn't sense our mate bond for a long time until she returned home to visit a year ago.Oh, how I wished I could mark her, but I had to restrain myself; she hadn't turned 21 yet. Not to mention, she was Giovanni's adopted sister.I could sense how much she relied on Giovanni and how different she had become.Everything had been fine when she wasn't around, but now that she was here so often, it was becoming increasingly difficult for me to concentrate.
Fern's Perspective"I'm not sure if this is a good idea," I muttered under my breath.Another dinner... I didn't know why, but the thought of tonight's banquet was vaguely unsettling.Vivian.Lately, the pack has been abuzz with discussions and stories about her. Somehow, I've had this lingering feeling that her return would change things.It even led me to make excuses yesterday to avoid greeting her when she arrived.Once again, the maid had outdone herself in dressing me. My long hair was elegantly curled and pinned up. My makeup was flawless, with just a hint of blush accentuating my cheeks, giving me an innocent look.Even the formal gown she selected was stunning, its dark blue contrasting beautifully with Giovanni's light-colored eyes—eyes that I fixated on every night before sleep. With him by my side, I felt safe and protected.But tonight was different. Something about this dinner felt unsettling, though I couldn't
Daniel's PerspectiveThe wind howled in my ears, and my heart nearly leapt into my throat. In that moment, the world seemed to freeze. There was only the sound of the wind and the frantic thumping of my heart. I looked down, closer and closer to the lake, knowing that this was the moment when I would reach my limit.But then, at the exact moment I braced myself, I turned my head to look at Giovanni. He, too, had leapt off the cliff and was plummeting downward. I had expected him to squeeze his eyes shut, flailing his arms and legs like I was, bracing for the inevitable plunge into the water. But what happened next was beyond anything I could have predicted.As we neared the surface of the lake at nearly the same time, I witnessed an incredible transformation: Giovanni shifted mid-air. In an instant, his body morphed into the form of a majestic werewolf—his muscular frame expanding with raw power, his entire being exuding the energy of a st
Daniel's PerspectiveI thought nothing special would happen today – or at least, that's what I originally believed. But as it turned out, I misjudged how the day would unfold. And that's how life often works—always teaching you an unexpected lesson when you least expect it.In the plaza of the amusement park, sunlight filtered through the swaying trees, filling the air with laughter and the tempting smells of food. People were buying cotton candy from the booths, jumping on trampolines, and shouting with excitement as they zipped by on roller coasters. I moved along with the crowd, step by step, almost as if I were trying to leave the mundane behind—without even realizing it.Giovanni, Finn, and I stood at the entrance to the park, and despite knowing I didn't really belong here—not with the joy that seemed to surround me—I couldn't help but look around. My gaze drifted from one attraction to the next, my insides fl
Fern's PerspectiveI almost held my breath. I knew that the temptation embedded in that statement wasn't just a comment about Daniel.My fingers brushed the edge of the tablecloth without thought, the cool fabric pulling me back from my musings. My gaze quietly settled on Daniel and Giovanni, their interaction like a subtle tug-of-war—effortless and fluid, but sending ripples through my mind.Giovanni's gaze was intense and focused. The familiar scrutiny that sometimes swept over Daniel made a cold sweat break out across my back. I took a deep breath, reminding myself that everything was under control—at least for now.To keep Giovanni from discovering Daniel's true identity, I'd turned to Peter the Wizard, the eccentric and mysterious old man. He'd given me a potion that supposedly shielded Daniel from the fluctuations of werewolf power, making him appear like any other ordinary child. However, the potion's effects were limit
Fern's Perspective"Mom, I'd like another roast." Daniel's voice rang out sharply, pulling me back to the present. His little hands shot up in the air, and his eyes sparkled as he eagerly watched the waiter bringing the dish. His movements were effortless, as though he had nothing to hide, no secrets to keep.I took a deep breath, and the corner of my mouth lifted into a faint smile. "Eat slowly, don't choke." My words were light, but underneath the table, my hands clenched into fists, a thin sheen of sweat breaking out on my palms.Giovanni's gaze felt like a searchlight, locking onto me with unsettling intensity.I kept my composure, the smile on my face unwavering. "As you can see, Mr. Giovanni, this is my son, Daniel.""A human son?" Giovanni asked bluntly, his tone smooth yet heavy, the kind of gentleness that carried a weight you couldn't ignore. He picked up his dinner knife and sliced into his steak with deliberate slowness
Giovanni's PerspectiveThe air in the room seemed to freeze, my eyes locked on Diana, like black holes intent on piercing through every secret she tried to hide. She stood on the other side of the desk, her fingers gripping the strap of her handbag so tightly that her knuckles turned white. I didn't respond immediately to her words, just stared at her in silence. But inside, my emotions churned like a storm, threatening to suffocate me."He's human," Diana repeated, her tone firm but betraying a subtle tremor. "Daniel is my child with a normal human. He has nothing to do with the werewolf world."I rose to my full height, my towering frame casting a shadow over Diana's petite one. Slowly, I rounded the desk, each step deliberate. The air grew heavier, charged with the intimidating presence only an Alpha could command. Her small frame trembled slightly under the weight of my unspoken challenge."Diana," I said, my voice low and even, thoug
Fern's PerspectiveEarly in the morning, with the fresh scent of damp earth in the air, I sat at my desk, my fingers resting on the keyboard, my gaze drifting aimlessly. Today's work felt unusually uninteresting, and my mind had already wandered far away. For some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that something unusual was about to happen.I couldn't focus at all; my heart beat erratically, as though something was urging me to face it. I glanced at the clock on the wall, and just as I was about to dial my assistant, I heard a sudden voice.
Fern's PerspectiveMy heart skipped a beat, and my vision blurred. A thousand thoughts rushed through my mind, but none of them stuck. First, I was shocked. Then, fear gripped me. And finally—anger.It was almost surreal that my past, especially with Giovanni, was being casually dragged into the open today. The anonymity I'd worked so hard to maintain had been shattered by an uninvited guest."How did you... know?" I finally asked, panic evident in my voice. My heart pounded, as though a vice had tightened around my chest, making it
Fern's PerspectiveMoonlight streamed into the room through the blinds as I sat by the window, my hands clutching my cell phone. The unexpected message on the screen made my heart skip a beat. For days after the party had ended, I'd been anxious that Giovanni might discover something about Daniel, but to my surprise, Giovanni hadn't shown up at the office. All my suspicions and insecurities gradually settled, and I convinced myself I could go on with my life as it was—until this moment."I know your secret. If you don't want it exposed, meet me tomorrow at 3 p.m. at the Eclipse Café."
Fern's PerspectiveI never imagined I'd be standing in front of Giovanni at a moment like this. Six years had passed—six years enough for me to almost forget that painful memory, those deep and tangled emotions. But today, fate had brought me face-to-face with those eyes, eyes that once pierced so deeply into my heart.My heart pounded so hard it felt like it might jump out of my chest. Instinctively, I hid Daniel behind me, doing my best to block Giovanni's view. Even though I knew Giovanni's gaze was far sharper than I'd ever anticipated. My body tensed, frozen, barely able to move, and the clash of reason and in