Fiore’s heart raced as she caught sight of the large, dark figure approaching in the distance, a black wolf sprinting with relentless determination. She knew instantly—it was Lance. He had come for her, his speed and intensity unmistakable even from afar.
Relief washed over her, despite the strange situation she found herself in. Lance came to save her. She didn't need saving, but a part of her was glad he was there, that he’d cared enough to come this far.
“Oh, seems like your prince charming is here,” Flora commented with a cool, knowing smirk, clearly unfazed by Lance's rapid approach. It was as if she had expected him all along.
Fiore frowned, glancing at her. “We’re already two moons away from the Silverwoods,” Flora continued as she casually brushed off invisible dust from her ha
