YES Shayla!! This is giving "fallen prince,
I don't know where I am.
I don't know how I got here.
The last thing I remember clearly was sitting across from Nicholas—Alpha of the West Pack. We were in the middle of a peace meeting, sharing wine under the full moon.
It was meant to be a truce.
I remember lifting the cup to my lips.
The taste of iron and berries.
The way my wolf growled—low and sharp, a warning I didn't listen to.
Then… the dizziness.
My head heavy. The room spinning.
People shouting, but I couldn't hear them. Just my wolf snarling in my chest before everything went black.
And now—I'm here. In a wooden room that smells of sage and storm. On a bed that's too soft. Every limb foreign. My body refuses to move right, like I've been drowned in my own skin.
But her voice—
Her presence—it's the only thing that makes sense.
This woman. This… healer.
She hasn't asked me who I am. Or what I've done. Or why I was bleeding in the forest.
She just… helps.
Water when I need it. Bitter herbs for the fire in my blood. Food, even when I can't swallow much. Not once has she asked how I ended up here—not even out of curiosity.
It should bother me.
But somehow… it doesn't.
Because the truth is, I don't even know how to explain it. All I know is that someone wanted me silenced, and now I'm stuck in a body that won't obey, far from the people I swore to protect.
How far am I from my pack?
Do they think I'm dead?
How long has it been?
I need answers. I need to get back.
But when I look at her—this girl with wild eyes and steady hands—I feel something tug deep in my chest.
What if fate brought me here for a reason?