The princess and the werewolf

ad been placed in was dimly lit, the walls cold and rough to the touch. Even with Nyra beside her, guiding her cautio

entirely, but she knew one thing: it connected her to him-the Wolf King. And though he had taken her from her world, leavi

for the faint whispers of the palace at night, and she moved with caution, curiosity driving her forward. Her feet l

others, engraved with intricate patterns that seemed to shift in the dim candlelight.

side made her s

r and gold light that shimmered like fire through mist. His form was both human and something more-mystical, awe-inspiring, terrifying.

iolently, her hands trembli

he room, slamming the door behind her. Heart racing, she ran blindly down the corridor unt

reminded her of what she had seen. And though part of her was terrified

urrounded by secrets and fear. She had to return to the market, to the streets, to some se

atures was simple enough; she had always been clever and observant. By the time the sun rose fully, she had slipped ou

expectedly,

, yet something about him felt... familiar. His hair was dark, eyes a muted gold, and though

ed, stepping forward. His v

y. "Who are you?" she demanded, ke

ay I'm in the same situation as you. Stuck in this palace,

at resonated in the pit of her stomach. But she had little choice. Together, they slipp

n't name, yet every so often, the memory of last night-the glowing eyes, the fire-like magic, the o

g sentries, and into hidden passages. Lyra couldn't help but notice

d at this," sh

say experience has taught me well. You should watch your bac

you... you've been

t's easy to get lost. That,

ll again-the marble pulsing insistently, almost guiding her tho

ooking the gardens, where Nyra had warned Lyra to

t I feel like you and I were... supposed to meet," he

d, uncertain. "I.

ainst every instinct, against every fear, she fel

ts. "Then let's just... stick together. At le

ted to trust him. And yet, somewhere deep down, a warning

eady shown her the tr