LOGINHe stood there in dark training clothes, A sword in his left hand, broad-shouldered, commanding, his presence filling the space like a storm cloud. He smelt like iron, earth and his scent wolf hit her all at once. She froze in place before shaking her head vigorously to reality. She dropped to her knees immediately. He could send her to the red tower, for that mere accident. He could starve her for days, give her punishment that would be too great for her to bear. She was scared to her core.
“I...I’m sorry my price, am so very sorry” she whispered. “Please forgive me. I did not mean to…”
“Stop.” His voice was low when he interrupted.
Vivienne froze, heart pounding violently. Her eyes became misty. This was wrong. Meeting him in the morning meant bad luck for the whole day, or even the whole week.
She had grown up in the palace. She had seen him her whole life. If cruel was a person, it would be called Alpha Almond Rudieloff. He hated her to the core of his bones. He had bullied her so bad and had once sent her to the red tower. That alone showed how much he wanted her dead. Many times he had tried to kill her himself. She had scars on her back from the lashes he had given her several times. She always prayed he died but unfortunately, the more she prayed, the stronger and healthier he became.
A few months after his transformation, he had stopped summoning her. She was relieved for some good years but recently, she had started seeing him again. In places where he did not belong. In corners where he was not supposed to be. He hunted a lot, showed up in the kitchen so frequently. But each time he showed up, he was colder than the last. Something with him seemed off and this was good, it made her feel good.
“Stand,” he ordered his voice colder than she remembered. With no trace of warmth in it.
Slowly, she obeyed, eyes fixed onto the floor. Her heart hammering in her chest. He studied her in silence. Too long that she started to tremble.
“You’re shaking, stop shaking” he said roughly.
“I’m cold, my lord.” she said and it came out like a whisper.
A lie or half of one. He thought
“When do you transform?” he asked suddenly.
Vivienne’s breath caught. “Tomorrow Night. My lord.”
His jaw tightened. He stared at her for another moment, then turned away without another word.
Vivienne stood there long after he left, heart racing, fear and confusion dancing inside her chest. What an encounter. She hurried inside the kitchen, the familiar heat and noise washing over her. Pots clanged, steam rose, as voices shouted orders.
“Careful!” a sharp voice snapped. “Watch where you’re standing, pale one. We don't know how you will become if the hot water burned off that white thing you call skin”
Vivienne stiffened.
Cordelia.
The older slave stood with her hands on her hips, eyes narrowed. “You look like a ghost. Makes my skin crawl.”
“I’m sorry,” Vivienne said automatically.
Cordelia opened her mouth to say more, then stopped. A woman entered the kitchen.
Monera. Vivienne’s mother.
She was tall and strong, her presence quiet but intelligent. Her hair contained grey not from age but many years and long hours of hard work that had started to wear her out. Her eyes steady and protective. She glanced between them and then turned to Cordelia.
"You can try kindness you know, it is cheaper than you creating enemies."
Cordelia cleared her throat. “ She was being clumsy."
Monera said nothing more. She simply turned to her daughter. "Get to work."
Cordelia looked away. Vivienne picked up a basket, hands shaking slightly. And she began her chores.
Lady Elizabeth Ravenhall, a sister to king Alpha Reginald Almond, had brought her daughter Evelyn Ravenhall and her son Adrian Ravenhall for his transformation into a wolf. Since they were royals, it was meant to happen in the palace. To honor tradition, to acknowledge their status. She was received by the king and queen on her arrival.
“The palace feels so alive,” Elizabeth observed when she arrived.
“It’s always like this when the Transformation Night approaches,” Eleanor said.
As they were still talking in the hall way, a certain slave had caught Lady Elizabeth's attention. She obviously looked different from the others. She was so pale and her eyes were haunting. She is strange. Lady Elizabeth had thought. Immediately, the slave had shifted and looked at lady Elizabeth as if she had heard her thoughts. It was not inorder for the slaves to look into the faces of the royals for no reason but she did. The slave quickly bowed her head as if she wasn't in control of her own body. Lady Elizabeth brushed it off when they entered a hall to sit.
King Reginald summoned a guard." Take them to meet the princes and the princess."
After they had sent the children away Evelyn and Adrian, Lady Elizabeth turned to Eleanor “And Rudieloff?” she asked gently. “Has he… found his Luna yet? Am sure everyone in the palace is waiting on that. People want to meet their future queen.”
The warmth in the hall dimmed immediately. Worry was written all over the queen and king's faces as they exchanged a knowing look.
“No.”Eleanor sighed.
"NO?, how so? The latest should be 5 years before a wolf finds a mate! Remind me brother. How..." She was interrupted
“Seven years since his transformation.” Eleanor pointed looking directly at Reginald who turned his face to the ceiling instead.
“That is… concerning.” Elizabeth exclaimed.
“It is dangerous,” Reginald said quietly. “A future king, an Alpha without a mate weakens the bloodline. I worry for my son.”
“He has grown cold,” Eleanor said. “Withdrawn. He hunts alone sometimes. Rarely speaks. Seems to be living alone despite sorounded by all of us here ” she added
Elizabeth frowned. " What do you think .” she looked at Reginald.
Reginald stopped walking. “I fear, I don't know why. I fear for my son,” Reginald admitted. “I fear he is losing himself.”
Before Eleanor could respond, Boots echoed behind them. They turned. Alpha Almond Rudieloff stood at the end of the hall, his cloak damp with water. Drops of fresh blood were on his Boots. His dark hair messed up by the wind, his expression as if carved from stone. He forced a small smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.
“Father,” he said calmly. "Mother, Aunt Elizabeth.' he moved forward and bowed his head to great them. " Nice to see you again aunt Elizabeth. How is Evelyn and Adrian. Hope Adrian is ready for his big day." He said.
"Nice to see you too my son. It has been long since I last saw you. You have grown so big.” There was a pause. “Adrian is more than ready for his day." She added.
Rudieloff went to clean up before meeting the family for dinner.
Rudieloff rode ahead of General Finn with a force that made his horse strain beneath him, its hooves striking the road in a rapid urgent rhythm. The wind tore at his cloak, tugged at his hair, and stung his face, yet he barely felt it. His mind was fixed on one thought alone.What if he was right? What if Vivienne had somehow found Oliver?The possibility was absurd, and yet it would not leave him. It had become certainty without proof, dread without reason, and instinct without mercy. Something inside him had gone taut the moment he saw her running off. Vivienne was missing, and now every passing second seemed to tighten that invisible cord around his neck until it threatened to snap.The modest house eventually came into view at the side of the road. The peacefulness of the place almost mocked the storm gathering inside Rudieloff. He had pushed the pace the entire ride and Finn had kept up without complaining, which was a testament to the man's endurance because Rudieloff had not be
The forest had given them nothing. Rudieloff and all the team.Hours of searching, hundreds of men spread across every section of the trees, and the only thing the morning had produced was a deepening certainty that wherever Vivienne had gone, she had not gone further into the forest or she had just run through it. The soft earth along the bank of the stream showed tracks from the soldiers themselves and nothing else. The scent trails they had followed one by one had led to dead ends, to places where the wind had simply taken everything and left no answer behind.Rudieloff stood at the base of a broad tree and said nothing for a long moment.Around him, men continued to move. Adrian pushed through a thicket, his expression tight with the particular frustration of someone young enough to believe that effort alone should produce results. General Finn stood a short distance away, his arms folded, watching his scouts work a section of ground he had already covered, but he did not stop the
Far across the kingdom in the slave quarters of the Bolivia palace, the morning had brought no peace at all. Monera had not slept. She had sat facing the door of their small room through most of the night, and when morning came she was still sitting there hoping Vivienne would walk in any minute.Her hands were folded in her lap, her eyes red at the rims. Cecilia sat beside her, close enough that their arms touched, and she had not said much since a certain point in the night when words had stopped helping."She'll come back," Cecilia said, because she had been saying it at intervals through the night and it seemed wrong to stop now."I know," Monera replied, the same answer she had given every time, though the line between knowing something and believing it had grown thin in the dark hours before morning.A palace guard appeared at the entrance to their room. "The king sends word," he said. "You are both excused from your duties today."King Reginald himself had ordered that both wom
The night passed quietly as though the world itself had decided to give Vivienne a brief rest from everything that had happened. For the first time in what felt like forever, she slept in a bed that was warm, soft and safe. The blankets were thick and clean, carrying the faint scent of fresh linen, wood smoke, and a scent she recognized so well, Oliver.His scent lingered everywhere. It was on the pillow beneath her head. It clung to the blankets wrapped around her body. It had settled into the mattress itself, the way a person's presence settles into a place over years of living in it. It should have bothered her, should have made her uneasy to be surrounded by so much of him, yet instead it made her feel strangely calm. She hated admitting it, even in the privacy of her own thoughts. She pulled the blanket up closer and stared at the ceiling and tried very hard not to think about why it was comforting, which meant she thought about almost nothing else.Every time she closed her eye
Vivienne lay motionless beneath the moonlight, her silver eyes fixed upon the modest house before her. Every instinct within had her wolf recognized Oliver’s scent long before her mind could fully catch up to what her body already knew. Just the way a person would recognize a familiar voice in a crowded room. This was Oliver's home. The scent pouring from the small house was so strong that there could be no mistake. It was on the walls, it drifted from the windows, clung to the wooden fence and the narrow path leading to the door, wrapping itself around the place as though it belonged there as much as the wood and stone. It was the same scent she had followed for miles without stopping. And now here she was, standing before a door she had never seen before but feeling more certain of where she was than she had felt of anything in her entire life. She stood and began moving. Trotting around the house. Her white body moving silently through the darkness as she circled the property a
Rudieloff,s wolf tore through the forest like a storm unleashed. Branches snapped beneath his paws. Shrubs bent and broke as his massive wolf forced its way through the darkness. He had covered the same ground twice now, looping back through the thicker parts of the forest where the trees grew so close together that moonlight barely reached the floor. Still nothing, there was no trace of Vivienne or her scent.Every instinct within him screamed that he should be able to find her. Her scent should have been fresh, impossible to miss for him. His eyes scanned the darkness between the trunks with a desperation he could not entirely mask even in this form. A wolf's face was not built for the kind of worry that was written all over his, but somehow it was there anyway. In the rigid set of his shoulders, in the low sound that escaped him every so often, something between a growl and a whine, too restless to be either.She had simply vanished.He pushed forward again, deeper this time, fol
The doors opened.A hush swept across the hall. Everyone was eagerly waiting for the golden boy.Two guards stepped in, escorting Adrian, now dressed only in a white undergarment cloth wrapped around his waist. His upper body was bare and a nice piece to watch.His skin glowed faintly under the moon
The hours came in slowly toward midnight, as though the moon itself were holding its breath. Everybody waited in anticipation for this memorable night. Adrian was the happiest of them all, He was the only royal transforming that night. However many had transformed a year before him and others were
Tonight was transformation night and lunch had been prepared for the guests who had come to witness Adrian’s first shift. The hall was a quiet battle field of looks, alliances and ambitions. It was a performance, carefully staged. It heavily smelt of power and the unspoken hunger of people who unde
Vivienne sat up slowly on her narrow small bed, pulling her thin blanket closer before letting it go. She listened to the familiar sounds of her mother's soft coughing and restless shifting in her small bed as well.The thin blanket fell off her shoulders, showing skin that was far too pale. It was







