Kael's recovery dragged on, his body healing slowly as his mind remained trapped in the darkness of his sister's abduction. Nightmares plagued him, Eira's cries for help echoing in his mind like a relentless curse. The full moon was approaching, and with it, the familiar stirrings of his werewolf instincts.
As the moon reached its zenith, Kael's body began to shift, his senses heightening, and his instincts taking over. He broke free from his restraints, shattering the chains that bound him to the bed. With a fierce growl, he burst out of the castle, into the moonlit night.
The forest beckoned, and Kael's werewolf form responded, running with a freedom he hadn't felt in weeks. The wind rushed past him, carrying scents and sounds that his human form couldn't detect. And then, he sensed it – the mate bond, a powerful connection that drew him to someone.
Meanwhile, Lyra was having the time of her life at a party with her friends Elian and Emily. They danced, laughed, and let loose, enjoying the music and each other's company. Elian's eyes lingered on Lyra, his feelings for her simmering just below the surface.
But the night took a dark turn when a group of bullies crashed the party, seeking trouble. Elian stepped forward to protect Lyra and Emily, but he was no match for their brutality. As he lay injured on the ground, the bullies turned their attention to Lyra, they pinned her down tore her dress when she wanted to break free from there hold they caught her hit her and touched her breast when they were about to rape her just as all hope seemed lost, a loud bang echoed through the night air, followed by a menacing growl. "Stop," a voice commanded, the tone dripping with a murderous aura. Kael, in his werewolf form, stood tall, his eyes fixed on the bullies. Lyra's eyes met his, and for a moment, time stood still.