I hurriedly distanced myself, not wanting him to witness the pain in my eyes as he appeared comfortable with a she-wolf I didn't recognize.

Sasha, my wolf, growls, eager to take control witnessing the lady's closeness to Kessler, but I manage to suppress her.

Turning away from that scene, I go ahead. The fragrance of flowers fills my senses, momentarily distracting me, as I walk to the source of the fragrance.

As I follow the enchanting scent, the path leads me to a stunning garden. A ...