Third Person POV
The castle loomed ahead, its high walls and towers a stark contrast to the surrounding woods, standing as a beacon of safety, a sanctuary against the encroaching darkness. Vaden, his senses still heightened from the recent shift, transitioned back into his human form with practiced ease mid-stride. The rippling of fur receding, the sharpness of claws softening, a familiar process that never failed to ground him. His beta, a steadfast figure named Kaelen, was already there, offering a pair of dark, sturdy pants. Vaden pulled them on quickly, his mind already racing ahead, the wolf within him still restless and eager.
His entrance into the castle was met with the customary bows of the guards. Their faces, a mixture of relief at his return and respect for his position, were
