THIRD PERSON POV
The clearing was bathed in a soft golden glow, the fairy lights strung between trees swaying gently in the breeze. Vaden leaned back on the thick blanket, his eyes never straying far from Sofia. Everything about her captivated him—the way her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, the way she shifted nervously as if unsure of herself, yet her every movement held a natural grace.
Sofia sat beside him, legs tucked to one side, fingers idly playing with the edge of the blanket. She tried to appear calm, but her heart raced in her chest. It wasn’t every day any shewolf found herself alone with the Werewolf King, a man whose presence exuded dominance and power, yet he was looking at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
*Be bold. Be brave. Let your
