Rylan Pov

As I stood before the king, my eyes locked on the stunning woman beside him. My mother's growl still echoed in my mind, "It's her!" she had whispered to my father, her voice laced with a mixture of shock and excitement. But my father's warning glance was all the reminder I needed to keep my emotions in check.

The king's words resonated with me - "His daughter" - and I felt excitement and pride. I had been right all along. She was the white wolf, and I had been drawn to ...