Chapter 115

Lorcan's POV

As I stood there, lost in thought, my gaze fell upon a portrait that hung on the wall, a poignant reminder of a love that had transcended species. It was a painting of my mother, a human who had captured my father's heart with her kindness, grace, and beauty. Her smile seemed to radiate warmth and light, even in the flickering candlelight.

My father, a powerful werewolf, had fallen deeply in love with her, and for a time, they had been happy together. But fate had cruelly torn them apart, for my mother was mortal, and her lifespan was but a brief moment in the long history of our kind. Her passing had left my father heartbroken, and I could still remember the depth of his sorrow, even though I was just a child at the time.

As I gazed at the portrait, memories of my childhood came flooding back, and the story of my mother's tragic fate replayed in my mind like a haunting melody. My father had told me the truth about her death when I was old enough to understand, and the pa