They stood in silence for a while, observing each other like two wild animals. Aiden’s scent surrounded her, wild and mesmerizing, and Clara struggled to maintain her composure.
“You’re not human, are you?” he finally asked, his eyes shining with a fierce light.
She hesitated but eventually answered, “No. I’m a wolf.”
Aiden nodded slowly. “I suspected as much. There’s a strength in you that humans don’t have.”
A heavy silence fell as they both realized the significance of their encounter. Werewolves and lycans had never been close. They shared a history of hostility and mistrust dating back centuries. But here, in this moonlit clearing, there was only him and her.
“Why are you here, in this forest, in the middle of the night? I thought werewolves preferred the safety of their pack,” Aiden remarked with a faint smile.
Clara sighed. “It’s… complicated. Let’s just say I needed to be alone, far from it all.”
Aiden seemed to consider her response, and for a moment, Clara thought she saw understanding in his eyes. “Sometimes, solitude is the only answer. Lycans feel that need too.”