On the border between the Redwood Pack and the Stormhold Pack stood a man. Dressed in white from head to toe, he seemed almost unreal. The fabric, the light from the half moon, the way he stood-everything made him look ethereal. As if he had only descended from the heavens. A fallen angel.
Even those who always claimed that the Stormhold Triplets were the most handsome men in the kingdom would have to admit that this man was something else entirely. He was so beautiful that he looked like an otherworldly being who had stepped into this world by mistake.
He had only just appeared here, but already the little life forms around him were reacting. The night insects, the fireflies, even the tiny creatures hiding under the leaves-they were all drawn to the soft glow that surrounded him. They drifted closer, as if pulled in by a gentle force, as if they wanted nothing more than to reach him and touch him.
