Draven
After hours of relentless running in our Lycan and Werewolf forms, Charlene and I stumbled upon an inn hidden in the forest but still close to the main road. The rain had finally stopped, and the sky had settled into deep shades of twilight. A bright light glowed above the entrance, revealing a simple sign with the name:
Love Inn
Even though it was small, barely looking like it had more than two rooms, I didn't care about how many people it could take. All I wanted was a place for Charlene and me to rest before calling Kylan to pick us up in the morning.
As we walked closer, the inn's owner—a middle-aged woman with long white hair and a cloak—stood by the entrance as if she had been waiting for us. She looked at Ash and bowed, acknowledging the power coming from him, his aura strong and commanding. She went inside briefly and returned with blankets.
"Please change, your Highness, and my Lady," she said.
