tes. Her dark cloak billowed behind her as she walked with purpose, each step echoing with the gravity of her missio

eir suspicion was evident as she approache

y, her voice cutting through the morning chill.

e with his companion before nodding

om the fortress's stone corridors. His face, set in a stern expression, rev

Thorne's eyes flickered with something almost imperceptible-a recognition that neither

have for the Lycan King?" Thorne sai

ns the disturbance in the small village and the prisoner that is i

d that someone knew about the attack. Though he made no move

down on her. The grandeur of the stone walls and the cold efficiency of Thorne's movements spoke of a place steeped in history

of recognition that simmered beneath his stern exterior. Her own feelings m

rs. Thorne pushed open the heavy doors, revealing Lucian seated at

But who wouldn't? She had come to the Lion's den willing.

mix of curiosity and caution. "A s

nd I was guided here through my vision to shed more light on the prisoner that you took from

ly. "Very well. Thorne, see to it that she is given a room to stay for now. We will

ed neutral as he nodded cu

h an air of professionalism, though the tension betw

. Each step seemed to deepen the connection they both felt but chose not to acknowledge. Elara could sens

d the door with a firm motion and gesture inside. "T

oting its simple yet functional

leave. "I'll have someone bring food and other necessary

wly. The stronghold, with its imposing walls and strict protocols, was a formidable plac

rucial, and gaining Lucian's trust would be just the beginning. The pack was a battleground

ers, ready to confront whatever challenges lay ahead. The sense of anticipation was