Erick
The salty air hit me the moment I stepped off the boat.
The island had always carried a different kind of stillness, one that neither the palace nor the bustling packs under my rule could ever offer. But today, that stillness pressed against my chest like a weight.
I had come here with urgency burning through me, pack affairs hastily settled, instructions left with men I could trust.
My wolf had been restless the entire journey, pacing beneath my skin, snarling for Sophia. For answers. For closeness.
But the first person I saw wasn’t her.
It was my mother.
Queen Elise
She stood by the shore, the wind tugging gently at her long silver hair, her gaze fixed on the rolling waves. For a moment, I simply stopped and stared.
She looked… alive.
Not just breathing, not just endurin
