Return of The Blood Wolf: Ashes Rise

Chapter 15 - Draegon

From the shadows, I watched Phoenix, my eyes trained on her as she stood by the moonlit stream, transformed into a vision of breathtaking beauty. Her white dress, kissed by the gentle glow of the moon, flowed around her like a cascade of silk, and her auburn hair shimmered with a fiery grace that rivaled the moon itself. She was a mystery, a fierce blood wolf who harbored a deep strength and an unwavering determination. Yet, in this moment, she appeared vulnerable, like a delicate flower bathed in the moon's soft light. It was a sight to behold, and I couldn't tear my gaze away.

As much as I wanted to remain hidden in the shadows, observing her from a distance, the pull of her presence was undeniable. There was a magnetic quality to her, a wild and untamed spirit that drew me closer despite my better judgment. I stepped out from my concealed vantage point, approaching her with a quiet grace. The night seemed to hold its breath as I moved closer, my steps soundless on the forest floor. I had to know more about her, to unravel the mysteries that shrouded her and her connection to the blood wolves.

"Phoenix," I called out softly as I neared her, my voice a mere whisper on the night breeze. The moonlight bathed her in an ethereal glow as she turned to face me, her golden eyes locking onto mine. There was a mixture of surprise and wariness in her gaze.

"Draegon," she replied, her voice steady but guarded. "What are you doing here?"

I couldn't deny the tension in the air as we stood there, the moonlight weaving a delicate tapestry around us. My ambitions and desires warred with an unfamiliar feeling that had taken root in my heart—a feeling that I had found someone who change everything for me and my life.

"I couldn't resist the urge to see you in this moment of serenity," I admitted, my voice barely louder than a breath. "The moonlight has a way of revealing the true nature of things, don't you think?"

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she regarded me with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "What do you want, Draegon?"

I took a step closer, closing the distance between us but maintaining a respectful space. "I want to understand you, Phoenix. You are a puzzle, a riddle that has captured my fascination. I sense a deeper connection between us, one that goes beyond the pack's politics."

She seemed to hesitate, her gaze locked with mine. The moon's glow cast a delicate halo around her, emphasizing the determination in her eyes. "There are things about me you couldn't possibly understand," she said cryptically.

"Then help me understand," I urged, my voice soft but earnest. "I sense there is more to you than meets the eye, and I want to know the truth."

In that moonlit moment, we stood at the precipice of a connection that transcended our roles in the pack. The night held its breath, waiting to see if the mysteries that bound us would finally be unraveled. But deep within me, conflicting emotions raged—a battle between my ambitions and the undeniable feeling that I had found the one wolf who could change the course of my destiny.