Nova’s POV
I didn’t breathe.
Couldn’t.
Before stood a creature I never thought I’d see outside storybooks—massive, regal, terrifying... and breathtakingly beautiful.
Eldur.
No, Eldur’s wolf.
His fur was pure white, like snow under moonlight, glowing faintly with silver at the edges as if the stars themselves had laced it. His eyes—those sa striking silver eyes—watched with a calm, familiar warmth, filled with sothing ancient... and sothing tender.
I just stood there like a statue with a wildly hamring heart.
"Oh my God," I breathed.
My legs were trembling, like they were trying to decide whether to run or bow. This couldn’t be real. People don’t turn into wolves. I an—yeah, Eldur told , but I figured he ant taphorically. Or at most, in a "I’m cursed and turn into a wolf during blood moons" kind of way.
But he literally changed. Bones. Body. Everything.
And now that wolf—Eldur—was walking toward .
His heavy paws barely made a sound against the grass, and when he stopped just inches in front of , he did sothing that made my breath catch.
He nudged my hand gently with his massive head.
I froze.
"E-Eldur?" I whispered.
The wolf huffed softly and looked up at with a gaze so him, so full of mischief and sothing softer beneath it, that I felt my fear crumble like ash in the wind.
"I don’t know if I should touch you or run screaming," I whispered, half-laughing, half-terrified.
He tilted his head and made this quiet sound—like a grumble and a sigh—and nudged my hand again.
Slowly, heart hamring against my ribs like a desperate bird, I raised my fingers and let them brush against his fur.
Warm. Soft. Alive.
The mont I touched him, I swear the world tilted. His eyes closed briefly, and he let out this low, content growl that felt like music. His tail even gave a small wag, and I let out an incredulous laugh.
"You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?"
He opened one eye. Smugly.
God help .
I was petting a giant magical wolf like he was a golden retriever and feeling like so fairy-tale princess with no business being this lucky. I kept stroking his fur, feeling the weight of the mont settle deep in my soul.
And then he lowered himself... all the way down, belly flat on the ground.
"Wait... are you—" I blinked. "No. You can’t possibly an... you want to ride you?"
He looked up at and blinked.
"Oh my God, you do."
He snorted softly and turned his head, as if saying, Well, obviously.
I stared at him, then looked around at the moon-drenched forest, the magic that still lingered in the air, the way the night seed to hold its breath for us. Was I seriously going to do this?
"I must be clinically insane," I murmured, then added, "But if you run straight into a tree, Eldur Daegon, I swear I’ll haunt you."
With an awkward chuckle and a whole lot of disbelief, I swung one leg over and climbed onto his back, gripping tightly into his thick fur.
"Okay. Ready. Ish. Please don’t let die."
Then—he moved.
And my heart soared.
It was like flying.
The world blurred around us as Eldur ran, powerful and fluid. The wind rushed past my ears, pulling laughter from my lungs I didn’t know was hiding there. Trees danced by in streaks of green and silver, and the stars watched us like old friends.
I clung to him and threw my head back, screaming joy into the wild.
It was the most alive I’d ever felt.
For a brief, fleeting mont, everything else faded away—the pain, the past, the cold nights that stretched on forever, and that gnawing ache of never being wanted.
All that remained was now. The pulse of magic beneath , the rhythm of a wolf’s powerful stride as he carried through the night, his eyes full of sothing I hadn’t dared hope for—sothing that made feel like I actually mattered.
I buried my face in his soft fur, the scent of the forest filling my lungs, and whispered, "What did I do to deserve you?"
We swirled through the forest, weaving between towering trees and dense foliage. Once, then again, we danced through the darkness. He soared over fallen trunks, effortlessly glided past glowing mushrooms that flickered like tiny stars, and brushed through patches of silver flowers that shimred in the moonlight. With a grace that stole my breath, he brought us gently back to the clearing.
Back to the tree that glowed with soft fairy lights, casting a warm, ethereal glow into the cool night air.
Back to where it started.
I I stumbled off his back, my legs unsteady, and collapsed onto my knees, the rush of adrenaline still coursing through . I couldn’t help it—laughter spilled out, breathless and wild, and a few rogue tears threatened to escape.
"That was... I an—wow. No words," I managed to gasp, swiping a hand through the ss of hair sticking to my face. "Ten out of ten. Would totally recomnd. Best Uber ride ever."
Eldur let out a low, almost amused grunt, taking a few leisurely steps away from . And then, just like that, he changed.
Bones cracked, fur retracted, muscles rippled beneath skin.
And in the blink of an eye...
He was standing there.
Very naked.
"Oh, for heaven’s—Eldur!" I yelped and threw my hands over my eyes. "Seriously?! A little warning would be nice!"
He laughed—soft and wicked.
"You’re the one who insisted on looking," he said casually, pulling on his hoodie and jeans like this was the most normal thing in the world.
"I did not—!"
"You did," he teased, walking back toward . "It’s okay. My body is yours, Nova."
My mouth dropped open. "Wha—excuse ?!"
He grinned smugly. "You heard ."
My cheeks caught fire. "I—you are—oh my God. You’re ridiculous.
His He was on the verge of speaking—likely about to deliver another devastating line—but then sothing changed.
His smile wavered.
His eyes darkened, not with anger, but with sothing much deeper, sothing intense that felt like it could pierce right through .
It was as though he was looking at for the first ti—really looking at .
"Eldur?" My voice was softer now, the playful edge from before slipping away. "What’s going on?"
He didn’t say a word.
Instead, he moved closer. Slow, deliberate steps that filled the space between us, each one charged with an undeniable purpose.
Then—without warning—he pulled into his arms. Tight. Secure. As if the world outside didn’t matter at all.
My breath caught in my throat.
"Eldur...?" I whispered, the question hanging in the air.
And then, he kissed .
Not with the gentle, hesitant touch of soone unsure. No.
This was fierce. This was wild. This was desperate.
It was like he’d been waiting for centuries, like ti itself had conspired to bring us to this mont, and now, he couldn’t—wouldn’t—wait any longer.
His lips pressed against mine with a kind of reverence, a hunger that stole my breath. His fingers tangled in my hair, the other hand finding its place at the small of my back, pulling closer, as if he needed to anchor to him, as if the idea of letting go was unthinkable.
I surrendered to him. Completely. Unconditionally.
When we pulled away, our breath ca in ragged gasps, the world around us fading into a blur.
His silver eyes were locked on mine, intense and searching.
"Nova," he breathed, his voice trembling. "Can I... mark you?"
"What?" I blinked, confused. "Mark... ?"
He cupped my face in his hands, his touch desperate, almost pleading.
"It’s... a werewolf thing," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper. "When we find soone—the one the moon goddess has chosen for us, the one we want for eternity—it’s how we bond. You don’t have to. Not unless you want—"
"Wait—forever?" I repeated, my head spinning with the weight of his words.
His thumb gently traced my cheek, his gaze softening. "You’re everything, Nova. And I know I’m not great with words, especially without sounding like a complete lunatic, or possibly... maybe conjuring a storm—"
"Possibly?"
"—but I’m yours, Nova. And I want you to be mine. If you’ll have ."
My heart skipped a beat.
His eyes—so raw, so vulnerable, so painfully honest—bore into mine. There was fear there, too. Fear of rejection, of losing .
And in that mont, everything felt real.
"Yes," I whispered before I even fully understood what I was saying. "I don’t completely get it, but... yes. I trust you, Eldur."
A flicker of sothing—gratitude, relief, maybe even hope—passed through his eyes.
Then, without another word, his lips parted slightly.
And to my biggest surprise, his fangs descended.
I felt like I was hallucinating.
I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
My breath hitched in my throat.
His hand settled gently on the curve of my neck, warm and steady, as he leaned closer.
And I knew, deep down, without a doubt—
Everything was about to change.
Forever.
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