Elora's heart raced in fear as she realized the gravity of the situation. She was standing face to face with Azriel Storm, a name that struck fear into the hearts of werewolves across the continent. The infamous Deathstrike, known for his power and ruthlessness, was now standing in front of her, his presence commanding and intimidating.
As Azriel took her hand and led her inside the villa, Elora's mind raced with panic. What was she doing here? How had she ended up in this situation? “Oh Elora, you really know how to choose them!” she shouted in her head, as the reality hit her like a brick hammer that she had spent her entire night in this man’s arms. She tried to calm her racing thoughts as she followed him inside, noting the private and secluded setting of the villa. For a moment she w
