The thick woods of the witches' domain faded behind them as Selene led them through a hidden path winding into the fae lands. The air here was different—charged with an energy that made Sophia's skin tingle. Every step felt heavier, as if the land itself recognized her presence. She could hear whispers in the wind, voices calling to her in a language she didn't understand, yet somehow felt deeply connected to.
Lucian stayed close, his hand occasionally brushing against hers, grounding her whenever she faltered. The connection between them was undeniable, an invisible thread pulling them together even when he tried to resist it. Selene moved ahead with purpose, her dark cloak billowing as she pressed forward through the glowing mist.
A sudden rustle in the distance made Lucian halt. His muscles tensed, his senses sharpening. In a flash, his hand gripped the hilt of his blade, ready to strike at any approaching threat. But as the figures emerged from the shadows, relief washed over his face. His wolf warriors—strong, armored, and loyal—stood before him, their gazes immediately lowering in submission to their Alpha.
"My lord," the leader of the group, a broad-shouldered wolf named Kael, spoke. "We were traveling back to the wolf kingdom when we caught your scent. We were worried." His sharp eyes flickered toward Sophia. "And we see you have your mate."
Sophia felt a shiver run down her spine. The way they spoke, the way they regarded Lucian, was with complete reverence. It only further solidified the truth she had been trying to grasp—he was not just powerful, he was a ruler in his own right.
Lucian nodded. "We'll travel together. Stay close. This land is unpredictable."
As they moved deeper into the fae lands, Sophia could feel an undeniable pull. The ground beneath her feet pulsed in response to her presence. When they finally made camp for the night, she found herself unable to rest. The trees whispered, the winds carried a melody only she could hear. Her body ached, her wings—still half-formed—throbbed painfully as if they longed to be free.
She wandered a few steps away from the camp, drawn by an invisible force. A soft glow appeared in the distance, and as she stepped closer, she saw it—an ancient stone arch covered in glowing runes. A portal. Not the one to Lucian's kingdom, but something else entirely.
Her fingers hovered over the symbols, her breath shallow. A wave of power rushed through her veins, awakening something deep within her.
"Sophia," Lucian's voice broke through her trance, firm but laced with concern. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. "Not this portal. Not yet."
Her golden eyes met his, filled with questions, but she knew he was right. There was more to uncover—about herself, about this land, and about the fate that awaited them all.
They would continue forward. And on the third day, they would find the portal they sought—the gateway to his kingdom.