The forest was a world of silver and shadows under the full moon. Nestled deep within its heart was a hidden den, a sanctuary where Lucia and Nicholo had spent the last three nights wrapped in each other's embrace. The den was a cocoon of warmth and love, a place where their differences melted away under the moon's watchful eye.
Lucia, lay in Nicholo's arms, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against her cheek. Her long dark hair fanned out around her, her fair skin glowing softly in the moonlight that filtered through the cracks in the den's roof. Nicholo, the son of the alpha and future leader of the pack, watched her with his heterochromatic eyes—one brown, one blue—filled with adoration and concern.
"I don't want this to end," Lucia whispered, her fingers tracing the contours
