Kai

The forest was silent, save for the whisper of the wind weaving through the towering trees. Moonlight spilled through the branches, casting silver patterns across the ground. She moved like a shadow, her footsteps light, her breath steady. Trespassing on werewolf land was a crime punishable by death, but she was no ordinary trespasser. She was royalty. A daughter of the night. Still, even with her lineage, she had no illusions of safety here. The scent of the wild, of earth and strength, clung to the air. She could feel unseen eyes watching, waiting. The werewolves were always vigilant. If she was caught, there would be no mercy. But she wasn’t here to start a war. She pressed forward, deeper into enemy territory, her mind focused on the meeting ahead. The one person who could give her answers was risking everything to speak with her. And yet, as she neared the agreed-upon spot, a sudden shift in the air made her freeze. A growl. Low. Dangerous.