CHAPTER 17- TORKAN&JUNE

June POV

The resounding toll of the bells reverberates through the square, drawing us together one by one. To the left, the wizard and witch slaves bow their heads in servitude, while on the right, the female maiden lycans and the fierce wolf warriors stand tall and resolute. A wave of unease washes over me, causing my grip on my twin's hand to tighten as my father's reassuring gaze meets mine from the elevated podium where he stands.

The snow falls steadily, dampening our coats as we eagerly await the return of Lord Sigurd to our lands. However, it is Lord Vastos who steps forward, filling the void left by the fallen alpha. His unexpected announcement sends shockwaves through the gathered crowd, revealing the demise of Alpha Sigurd at the hands of a mysterious adversary, as well as the punishment dealt to the first Warrior Nolan for his treachery.

A heavy weight settles in my chest, the loss of the fearsome Lord Sigurd sending ripples of uncertainty through the pack. As my mind swirls with questions of what lies ahead for my family, a familiar figure emerges from the shadows, dispelling my fears with his presence.

Since childhood, my father's tales of the howling wolf in the night had haunted my dreams. Now, as I lay eyes on the Mysterious man, my heart skips a beat, longing for his forbidden embrace. His gaze locks with mine, a silent understanding passing between us, despite the cultural barriers that threaten to tear us apart.

As Lord Vastos proclaims a night of revelry and debauchery, the warriors and warlocks are bound by a spell of silence, leaving the women at the mercy of their lycan companions. In this chaotic moment of freedom, my gaze remains locked with the man, our forbidden attaction blossoming amidst the chaos and uncertainty that surrounds us.

Torkan POV

Following a lengthy journey fraught with exhaustion, we finally reach our destination. The horses, laden with our burdens, are gently relieved and guided to the safety of the stables.

My weary body, drained from hours of relentless travel, is suddenly invigorated by the intoxicating aroma of geranium and caramelized roses. The scent is so beguiling that it renders me momentarily powerless.

Vastos, sensing the restlessness within both myself and my wolf, telepathically summons a few guards to stand near me, a protective measure in response to our shared unease.

Thorne, my wolf spirit, paces anxiously within me, his instincts alerting him to the presence of our long-awaited mate. This newfound awareness stirs a sense of urgency within him that I have not witnessed before.

As the scent grows more potent, I struggle to contain the overwhelming desire that surges through me. A deep yearning emerges, a primal longing for connection that threatens to consume me.

In that pivotal moment, a realization dawns upon me - she is here. She has been waiting, her presence beckoning me as I follow the trail of her captivating scent. I find myself smiling inwardly at the sound of her voice, permeating the air around me, as I scan the surroundings in search of her elusive form.

Mate, my wolf proclaims emphatically in the recesses of my mind, his excitement palpable as he nears the discovery of our destined partner.

A sense of desperation takes hold of me, a burning need to find her, to draw her close and claim her as my own. The quest for our mate has been a relentless pursuit, spanning countless trials and tribulations, yet now, in this defining moment, hope hangs by a fragile thread.

With the setting sun casting its last light upon the horizon, the looming dusk heralds a pivotal juncture in our journey. Yet, the ominous words uttered by Vastos serve as a stark reminder of the formidable obstacles that lie ahead.

Without delay, Vastos commands the ringing of the bells, summoning the townspeople to gather in the central square as snowflakes descend from the darkened heavens. The resonant clangor of metal against stone reverberates through the valley, signaling a momentous occasion that demands attention.

Amidst the gathering throng, a hushed anticipation prevails as the townsfolk await their Alpha's proclamation. The frigid air is punctuated by the flickering glow of lanterns, illuminating the faces turned towards the raised platform where Vastos stands, a figure of authority amidst the murmuring crowd.

As the night unfolds in a symphony of uncertainty, Vastos' voice pierces the stillness, delivering news of a seismic shift in leadership that reverberates through the assembled pack. Yet, amid the turmoil and upheaval, my focus remains unwavering, drawn inexorably towards her.

In the chaotic flurry of wolves to my right, I cast my gaze across the sea of faces, searching for the one who holds the key to my destiny. And then, as if guided by an unseen force, I lock eyes with a silver-haired maiden, her captivating gaze fixed upon me with unwavering intensity.

Standing among the gathered crowd, her presence is a beacon of light in the darkness, her essence weaving a spell that enraptures my senses. The scent of roses that emanates from her being is a siren's call, a tantalizing invitation that stirs a primal urge within me.

She is human, and she is a witch, a combination that ignites a fierce longing within us both. The realization that she lacks a wolf spirit presents a dilemma, yet the allure of her presence is undeniable, a temptation that beckons us closer.

Mine, my wolf asserts with fervent insistence, urging me to claim her as our own. The suggestion of a shared arrangement with Thorne, my loyal companion, lingers in the air, a compromise forged in the heat of desire and desperation.

But as the reality of our circumstances sinks in, the harsh truth of our forbidden union becomes painfully clear. The prospect of progeny, of passing on our legacy, is a tantalizing dream that threatens to unravel in the face of insurmountable obstacles.

In the throes of conflicting emotions, I grapple with the weight of my decision, torn between duty and desire. The specter of loss looms large, a haunting reminder of the sacrifices that must be made in the name of the common good. And yet, as our shared anguish reverberates through the depths of our bond, I know that the path ahead is fraught with peril and uncertainty.