57. Wolf Gala-I

|| Lilac's POV || The morning light filtered through the heavy curtains of my room, casting a soft golden glow over the space. I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at the intricate patterns of the rug beneath my feet. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one tugging at the edges of my heart. The Moon Goddess’s vision still haunted me, her words echoing in my mind like a relentless tide. Find your mate, or face the same fate. But how could I find someone when my wolf remained dormant, silent, as if it had never existed? The connection I felt with Alaric was undeniable, but his words had shattered me. We are not mates. The memory of his voice, so final and resolute, made my chest ache. A soft knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Before I could respond, the door swung open, and Elara bounded in, her usual energy filling the room like a burst of sunlight. Her auburn hair was tied up in a messy bun, and her green eyes sparkled with excitement. She was holding a piece of parchm