Prem, a normal village boy haunted by his past, discovers a wounded wolf one night. When the wolf transforms into real human (Boun), an alpha werewolf, their worlds collide. Amidst love and danger, Prem must navigate their forbidden relationship and...
The rain had returned by the time Prem began his journey home. It was no longer the gentle drizzle of the morning but a relentless downpour that blurred the edges of the world and turned the forest path into a twisting, dark labyrinth. The moon occasionally peeked through breaks in the clouds, casting a cold, silver light on the road. Prem's cloak was soaked through, and each step sent water splashing around his ankles. The village felt distant now, a comforting warmth lost in the darkness and rain.
He kept his head down, focusing on his footing as the wind howled through the trees. It was then, just as he rounded a bend in the path, that he saw it......a dark shape lying motionless by the roadside. His breath caught, and his steps faltered. He squinted, the rain stinging his eyes, and took a hesitant step closer.
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A wolf????
Its black fur was matted with mud and streaked with what could only be blood. For a moment, Prem's heart pounded with fear. He had heard the hunters' tales; wolves could be dangerous, even dying ones. He took a cautious step back, ready to run if needed. But something stopped him.....a soft, ragged breath that rose and fell weakly. The wolf's amber eyes opened, meeting his gaze. They weren't wild or savage. They were tired, full of pain, and somehow... pleading.
Prem swallowed hard, torn between fear and compassion. "This is insane," he muttered to himself. "It's a wild animal, Prem........... A real wolf........ You'll get yourself killed."
The wolf didn't move. It barely had the strength to lift its head. Its eyes closed again, as if it had decided he wasn't a threat. Prem felt his chest tighten. He could turn away, pretend he never saw it. It would be easier, safer.
"Why do I always get myself into these things?" he whispered, stepping closer despite himself. His hands trembled as he knelt down. "If you try to bite me, I swear I'll... I'll run screaming.... Deal?......."
The wolf made no response. Prem took that as reluctant permission.
Carefully, he examined the creature. Its hind leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, and there were gashes along its side.........deep, but not immediately fatal if treated. Prem hesitated, biting his lip. "All right..... You're not going to make this easy, are you?"
Bracing himself, he lifted the wolf as gently as he could. It let out a low, pained growl, but didn't resist. Prem staggered under its weight, but he didn't stop. "Great," he muttered. "Just great. Let's hope no one sees us.... Especially... him."
The thought of his father made him shudder. If his father found out he had brought a wolf home, there would be hell to pay. He moved as quickly and quietly as he could, the rain masking his footsteps and the occasional crack of branches beneath him.
When he finally reached the house, Prem slipped around to the back, heart hammering. The yard was little more than a patch of mud and weeds, but it would have to do. "Stay here," he whispered, as if the wolf understood. He laid it down gently beneath the overhang that provided some shelter from the rain. The wolf's eyes met his again, and for a moment, Prem could swear there was something... knowing in that gaze. "I'm going to get some things...... Don't move."
