A Werewolf's Tale

closing in, and at that moment, she was worried she would choke on the realization that was gradually coming dow

fate consume her and would not be reduced to a corrupted, selfish tool to save the pack. S

energy was so much more commanding than the surrounding areas, almost as if he were a predator hunting its prey. She could f

th warm against her cheek he was standing so close. "But you will, Lyra

m defiantly. "I will never be a part of your pack," she spat, but it w

It was not a reassuring smile for her. It was a smile that spoke of inevitability

hand and, in an instant,  signaled for her to follow him. And s

lves were aware of what was about to happen, the castle teeming with energy. Lyra's thoughts were a whirlwind, trying to think about anything other t

ed in the castle thus far. It was circular, its high ceiling lost amid shadows, and strange symbols were etched into the stone walls, their meanings l

at seemed to go in the direction of the stone slab, illuminating the figures in the

despite the dueling emotions swimming in his eyes that he'd

ing the air in her lungs. This was it. The ritual was upon her. And though she desperately fought a

tly. "I won't. I won't be your bride. I won't give m

h his civilized exterior lurked something primal resonating with Ly

our steps," he said, pleading she sees reason

wining against desire. The sensation seared - hot, electric, suffocati

flickered as he leaned near, breath mingling in speech low and rough. "Choice was lost th

nd more perilous tied her to the wolves. A bond, she realized - an inexplicable yet i

f the flickering torches. She stepped back, trying to break free from Kale's grip, her pulse racing as her body trembled with

er breath shallow, chest heaving with a mixture of panic and defiance. The power in his gaze burned through her

ted to shout, to scream that she was not meant to be here, that she would never willingly become a part of his world. But the words were stuck in her throat, c