NYX

If I hadn’t seen him being warm with her, I’d say this man rivaled my brother Laziel.

Before following him, I noticed that winter magic had covered her again on the bed, like a protective blanket.

The head of the bluish wolf stared at me for a few seconds before glowing brightly and shifting into that blanket form.

My hand itched to touch it, something inside me wanted to stroke that icy head.

Eventually, I stood up and followed behind the broad back of the castle’s owner.

The doors shut behind me, controlled by him like everything else in this place.

He walked over to a small table with some liquor bottles. Looked like he spent a lot of time in that room.

Watching his silver hair, I started getting nervous—would he really help me?

"My name is Nyx Von Carstein, I come from the realm of the Lycan King. I got here by accide..."

"I don’t care who you are, or your name, or where you came from," he suddenly turned around and cut me off.

"The moment you plot anything against my mate, kn