AT THE SAME TIME
MICHAEL
The Elder's words wouldn't stop echoing in my head. Valerion. Heir. Wedding. Legacy. It was too much. By the time the heavy castle doors groaned open, my legs felt like jelly, my stomach rolled, and my wolf was whining, circling, begging me to crawl under a blanket and hide for a century. The Valerion castle… my so called home base. It was massive. Towers like spears stabbed the sky, walls shimmered faintly with goddess-blessed wards, and every window glowed gold like it was alive. The place didn't just look old and grand. It looked like it remembered me. And gods, that was terrifying. The second we stepped inside, servants appeared as if conjured. Soft smiles, lowered heads, voices gentle but reverent. Platters of food already lined long tables, the scents of roasted meat and honeyed bread weaving through the air.
"Welcome home, young master." One said, bowing low.
I nearly fainted. Again.
