126 The Transformation Begins

I followed Michael back to the room like a puppet, my mind buzzing with confusion and questions. Once we were inside, I sat down at the table, my eyes searching his face for some sort of explanation. What had just happened to me? Why did I feel so... different? The only logical conclusion was that it had something to do with what Michael had mentioned earlier—about me becoming a royal Lycan. But I needed to hear it from him. I needed to understand.

Michael, as if sensing my distress, sat down beside me and gently stroked my hair. The calming sensation of his touch rippled through me, grounding me in a way nothing else could. He lowered his head and kissed my forehead softly. I instinctively leaned into him, feeling more connected to him than ever. His strong, muscular arms felt like small hills beneath my hands, each one pulsing with strength and warmth. I traced the lines of his muscles, marveling at how they seemed both firm and flexible at the same time.

“Are you alright, my little