The princess and the werewolf

swiftly, his dark cloak blending seamlessly with the shadows, only his golden eyes glow

ard, a tall, muscular wolf-shifter, followed silently. "Do yo

he said, voice low, almost a growl. "I lost something that night... something

es widened. "A

oon. "Five years ago, I was gravely injured. Hunters from my world ch

imagined that the marble inside me-the one that holds a piece of my life, my power, my k

he gravity of his King's words. "An

is alive. The marble is still within he

twitching beneath his hood. The forest seemed alive tonight, whispering secrets only he c

rom the tree, shouting as she tumbled... and by accident... she swallowed the marble. My marb

d haunted the Wolf King for half a decade. Every night, every hunt, every thou

ace. Only his golden eyes were visible, burning with urgency. "We find he

dator, each step calculated, each heartbeat synchronized with the pull of the marble. Somewhere ahead, the

guard whispered cautiously

nreadable behind the cloak. "Th

yes like gold, leaving the guard to follow, heart pounding.