Edward walked through the darkened path, his boots crunching over gravel as his eyes scanned the dimly lit garden. The moonlight flickered through the trees, silvering the leaves and bathing the path in an eerie glow. His heart beat violently, Fenrir growling restlessly within him, urging him to go back.
Then—he saw her. A lone figure stood beneath the lanterns near the fountain, her dress shimmering faintly in the soft light. His pulse quickened as he stepped closer. “Mildred?” he called, his voice barely above a whisper. No answer. He walked faster, stopping just a few steps behind her. “Mildred, is that you?”
He reached out and touched her shoulder.
The woman turned around, startled—and Edward’s heart dropped. It wasn’t Mildred.
“Oh! Alpha King Edward!” she gasped, her eyes wide wit
