Malric's Pov

I stood by the window, staring out into the open fields, letting the cold night air hit my face. My thoughts were tangled, restless.

Two hundred years. Two hundred years of blood, war, and power. I'd seen kingdoms rise and burn, watched men beg for mercy and wolves fall under my claws. And yet...

One young woman. Twenty-two. And she's the one unraveling me.

Delilah.

She makes me crave in ways I shouldn't. I hated how easily she slipped into my thoughts, how her scent clung to me like a curse.

But then-

A sound.

Low growls. Heavy footsteps. Unfamiliar scents cutting through the night air.

Intruders.

I...