Xavier
The night was heavy with silence.
I stood by the window of my chamber, the pale moonlight spilling over the stone floor like water. Outside, the air smelled of pine and damp earth, a storm having passed earlier, leaving the world washed clean. Yet inside me, nothing felt cleansed. My chest was tight, my mind restless, and my wolf paced endlessly within, claws scraping against the cage of my ribs.
And then her scent.
Soft, sweet, like wild roses pressed into warm summer wind. It curled around me, pulling at me before she even entered. The door creaked gently, and when I turned, she was there. Seraphina or rather, the woman who carried her face. Elara.
Her hair caught the moonlight, glowing faintly silver at the edges. Her eyes found mine, searching, sharp, but beneath them I saw
