scent of roasted meat, burning torches, and the wild energy of celebration. The werewolves of Luthado

n Valhan sat on his throne, his golden e

ed, my son?" a soft yet

former queen of Luthador. Her long silver hair cascad

through his dark locks. "I've be

ed an eyebr

unlike any I have ever seen, yet... I feel drawn to her." His fingers tapped against the

fore she could speak, a sudden howl tore th

ch forward!" s

d the commotion. The warriors

ador led a hooded figure into the clearing, bound in silver restraints.

head, revealing sharp ey

" growled Beta Rowan, stepping forward. "

ons, Luthador and the neighboring land of Veydris had lived b

one of the warriors muttered. "W

ive. Why did something feel... off? The s

er, don't you?"

ll. Kieran's heart

d beside him. "What

l with ginger curls. The one you see in your sleep.

st tightening. How could they kn

voice calm but firm. "This is

way, but Kieran barely noticed. His mother

of her," she murmured.

d his fists. "

wly. "No, my son.

ought. Who was she? And why did it feel like his f