Chapter 107
Chapter 107
The journey began before sunrise.
The sky was still wrapped in a soft violet hue, and the chill of dawn clung to the air as we packed the cart. Damon, still yawning, offered to take the reins while I double–checked the bundles of herbs, making sure everything was labeled clearly. Elias had seen us off with a tired smile, pressing a wrapped pastry into my hands and whispering, “Travel safe, girl.”
I promised I would.
I waves my hand to them when we start moving with a smile plaster on my face.
The road was long but peaceful. The forests whispered in the wind, and small streams occasionally crossed our path. Other traders rode ahead and behind, forming a slow–moving caravan of laughter, stories, and steady progress. Damon was talkative at first, pointing out birds and chatting about the King’s guards he’d met before.
But I was quiet.
The closer we got, the more uneasy I became—not in fear, but in something I didn’t understand.
My heart began to beat faster the moment we crossed the outer ridge.
There was no danger. No sound of threat. Just the distant view of towering stone walls and spires rising from the misty valley ahead–the castle of the Lycan King.
But the moment I saw it, something inside me stirred.
My fingers trembled. My breath caught.
Familiar.
Why did it feel familiar?
I gripped the edge of the cart, staring at the distant silhouette. My chest tightened with something like longing, or dread, or both.
I didn’t speak for the rest of the road.
It wasn’t just the castle. It was everything around it. The scent of pine in the air. The curve of the mountain road. The faint whisper of wind that felt like it was calling me.
Something within me pulsed. A yearning I couldn’t explain.
Damon didn’t notice my silence. He simply handed me the reins when we made camp, trusting me with the horses while he snored beside the fire. I lay awake for most of the night, watching the stars between the tree branches, feeling like they, too, were familiar.
A memory tried to rise in the back of my mind–moonlight on skin, a hand brushing hair from my face–but it slipped away before I could grasp it.
By the time we reached the capital outskirts, I was pale and breathless. My skin prickled like it remembered what I could not. The streets bustled with people and noise, yet I felt apart from it all.
Then I saw it.
The castle.
Not just from afar, but up close–its walls carved from pale stone and lined with banners I couldn’t recognize. Soldiers in black and silver armor guarded the gates, their postures firm but calm.
My heart pounded in my chest.
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We joined the line of merchants waiting to enter. My eyes swept across every corner. Every tower. Every doorway.
And then it hit me-
The scent.
Warm, wild, ancient.
It hit me like a thunderclap.
I staggered slightly, gripping the side of the cart.
My chest ached.
I blinked rapidly, trying to shake the sudden vertigo. Damon steadied me, frowning. “You okay?”
“Yes,” I lied, my voice barely above a whisper. “Just… dizzy.”
I didn’t know what was happening. My mind was still blank. But my body remembered something my heart did not.
And someone was near.
Third Person Point of View:
The castle courtyard bustled with quiet order. Guards moved in practiced rhythm, patrolling the stone corridors. Merchants passed through the outer gates under watchful eyes.
Monica, now working with the palace as a healer and teacher, was walking a group of pups toward the market garden when she paused.
There, in the crowd of arrivals, her eyes caught a flash of movement.
A woman.
Silver hair. Long, soft waves tied in a simple braid.
Graceful.
But it wasn’t the hair that made Monica stop. It was the face.
Her heart thudded once.
“Luna?” she whispered without thinking, her voice barely audible.
But no.
It couldn’t be.
Ellaine’s hair had been dark. Rich brown, like the earth before winter.
Yet this woman–this stranger–wore silver like moonlight.
And still, the face.
The shape of her eyes. The line of her jaw. The way she looked up at the sky, lost in thought.
Monica gasped.
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White.
The wolf. Ellaine’s wolf… had silver fur that glowed like snow under moonlight
Could it be…?
Her hands began to tremble.
She dropped the basket she was carrying, the fruit rolling out across the path.
One of the children tugged on her sleeve. “Miss Monica?”
But Monica didn’t answer.
She turned quickly, eyes locked on the woman walking beside a young courier.
She followed.
Quiet. Careful.
Her heart racing.
Am I dreaming?
Is this her?
No. It couldn’t be. But… what if it is?
She watched the woman laugh quietly at something the courier said. The sound was soft. Familiar.
Tears threatened Monica’s eyes.
She reached into her pocket, fumbling for the small stone she always carried–the one connected to Audrey.
Her voice shook when she whispered into it.
“Audrey… you need to come to the castle gates. Now. I… I think I just saw our Luna.”
Meanwhile, in another wing of the castle,..
Audrey had just finished debriefing with the southern scouts when the stone pulsed in her pocket.
She answered it out of habit, expecting a supply update or healer’s call.
Instead, Monica’s breathless voice filled her ear.
She froze.
“What did you say?” Audrey whispered.
Monica’s voice came again, tighter now. “I saw her. I swear. Come quickly. Don’t bring attention. Just you.”
Audrey’s heart pounded. She didn’t ask for proof.
She didn’t need it.
Within seconds, she was gone from the training hall, her cloak flying behind her.
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Whatever this was, she had to see it with her own eyes.
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