Raziel POV
After hours of relentless running in our Lycan and Werewolf forms, Alexa and I stumbled upon an inn nestled within the forest, yet conveniently close to the road. The rain had finally ceased, and the sky had deepened into shades of twilight. The inn was illuminated by a radiant light above the entrance, revealing a simple sign bearing the name:
Love Inn
Despite its small size, barely seeming to accommodate more than two rooms, I wasn't concerned about the lodging's capacity. All I desired was a place for Alexa and me to rest before calling Kylan to pick us up the next morning.
As we approached, the inn's owner—a middle-aged woman with cascading white hair, draped in a cloak—stood at the entrance, almost as if she had been expecting us. Her gaze locked onto Ash, bowing her h
