ELISE'S POV The day of the hunt finally came the next morning, and despite the anxiety twisting my stomach, I was determined to face it. The sun had barely risen when I joined the other Luna candidates outside. The men and women bustling around, horses being saddled, and the murmurs of anticipati
ELISE'S POV I had to start moving and fast. I tried to steady my breath as I limped forward. As I moved, I could feel pain in several parts of my body. The pain in my ankle pulsed with each step. I should’ve been more careful with the horse, but it was too late to regret falling now. The deeper I w
ELISE'S POV The wolf started moving and without even thinking, I started to follow it. Each step it took was sure, purposeful, as if it knew exactly where to go. My heart was still racing from the attack. My breaths were uneven as I stumbled over the ground. I had been so close to death—arrows wh
ELISE'S POV I couldn’t stop staring at him. Marco. The name echoed in my mind. It was him. It really was him. How could I have forgotten? The wavy dark hair, tall muscular build, dark green eyes - it felt like I just saw him yesterday when in reality, it had been years. The way he stood. His pre
FERRIS' POV The night air felt heavy against my skin as we moved silently through the forest. My men spread out behind me, moving quietly just like I'd trained them. I tried to focus on the task at hand, scanning the treeline for any sign of the attacker. The bastard had the nerve to ambush my pa
ELISE'S POV I was just about to slip into bed when I heard the rustling of the tent flap, followed by the sound of heavy boots. I looked up, startled. A tall, broad-shouldered woman stood in the doorway. I recognized her as one of the guards. "Lady Elise," she said in a low tone . "You have a
ELISE'S POV The next morning, I was up early. I adjusted the leather belt around my waist and stepped outside, breathing in the crisp fresh air. The camp was already bustling with activity—people chattering, tending to their horses, and preparing for another day in the wild. The sound of hooves thu
After about half an hour of riding in near silence, Marco finally spoke up. “You’re quiet today, Elise.” “I’m fine,” I replied, though even I didn’t sound convinced. He shot me a sideways glance. “Come on. I know you better than that. You’re not fine. Is it the Alpha?” I hesitated, not wanting to