CHAPTER 99
STORM’S POV:
“I am your wolf, Naerys. I am the other half of your soul,”
Naerys? The wolf called me by this name again?
My mouth opened and closed in fear and astonishment. The majestic creature stood tall, its thick coat glistening with a radiant silver hue that seemed to shimmer underneath the red moon. Its eyes, piercing and sharp, gleamed like polished silver, radiating an air of wisdom and fierce intensity.
On its forehead, an intricately designed crescent-shaped mark seemed to glow with ethereal light, as if the moon itself had bestowed its sacred symbol upon the noble beast. From its aura, I could tell this was no ordinary wolf. I could tell there was something primal, superior, and divine about her. Like as if she was blessed by the goddess herself.
As the wolf
