*Kieran*
The sun hangs high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the School as I make my way to Ariella’s dorm. My heart is pounding in my chest, louder than I’d like to admit. It’s absurd, really. I’m a werewolf prince, and yet here I am, nervous about a picnic. But Ariella is different. She’s my mate, and if I can’t convince her today, I don’t know what I’ll do. The thought of leaving her alone gnaws at me, but I promised.
Clutching the picnic basket I charmed from the school’s cook, I try to steady my nerves. If only I could charm Ariella as easily. I pause, taking a deep breath, reminding myself of the confidence I usually wear like a second skin. Today, it feels more like an ill-fitting coat.
As I approach her, Ariella is already waiting outside, her fingers fiddling with the hem
