THE SOFTENED EMBRACE of the frigid Montana air washed across the fair skin of the woman, her mahogany colored hair tickling the sides of her heart-shaped face with fingers of playful silk.

Her features held a ring of curiosity, for the soft curve of her nose held the smallest of wrinkles as she ventured forth into the darkened atmosphere that clung to the forest. The scent of death was thickened in the area as she approached the squawking of distant crows, the sound burying itself into the depths of her heightened senses.

The girl was painted of beauty, for the exquisite structure of her features were formatted beneath the softest of fair skin. Her icy eyes hooded with the longest of lashes. The appearance of such lashes giving Dakota the fatal look of drawn innocence. The last she-wolf was the radiance of the Montana Mountains, for the moon above glowed with a lasting jealousy for the woman's captivating body.

Dakota yearned to turn on her heels and amble toward the faint glow of the cabins lights, the warmth of the building beckoning her with opened arms of motherly solace. But she couldn't, for her movements weren't guided by her mind, but the cavern of dreams that she found herself laced through. The torch of fear ignited in her chest as her feet carried her deeper into the darkness of the familiar terrain, her heavy lips parting with a deepened breath of caution.

She was trapped in a shell of perfection, her body uncontrolled by the weight of her soul, her feet disobeying her pleads of solemn displeasure. The softened soil beneath her bare feet melted away with the fire of a thousand flames, the heated touch causing the woman to wince in disheartening agony. A gust of wind overtook her moving body, the caress of the wind combed with the scent of frightened death.

"Dakota," An disembodied voice pressed against her eardrums, the single word tasted with passion. "You are so close." The voice added with a drain of happiness, the huskiness of the tone mastered by a man of lustful want. The lust only a man with a feverish heart would leak, a lust that would condemn the mind rather than the love of ones emotions.

The calling of her name sent a thousand shivers down her spine, her fair skin rippling in an million goosebumps as she was unwillingly was brought forth. Dakota's azure shaded eyes frantically drifted across the black canvas before her, searching for the master of the enticing sentence.

The shadows of the dreamed forest constricted before Dakota with a faint glow of light, for the eyes of an unknown creatures centered itself in the darkness. "Who are you?" Dakota's, voice dripped from her lips with a silvery tune of uncertainty, her feet continuing to press her forward.

The eyes of gold glistened in response to the shadowed earth, a beating of distant wings sounding through the air with the predatory screech of a crow. "Ah, that I can not tell you," The creature uttered with a whimper of unidentifiable emotions, the golden eyes disappearing for a second before reappearing with a harnessed assessment. "It would ruin everything if I told you."

Dakota's feet came to an stop before the darkened bliss, the golden eyes taming beneath her examination. "Ruin what?" Dakota whispered, her feet glued to the burning earth below with the invisibles chains of the world around her. She was stuck, frozen before the creature of her nightmares.

"It doesn't matter, not now. Dakota, I will see you soon enough. Do not fret over the time that passes between us, or the unknown that devours your mind. Just remember your mine, only mine." The voice had added, the faintest of growls admitting from the depths of the man's chest.

Her body remained soiled, and locked out of her control. The movements before her causes her body to seize beneath the shadows, her eyes widening in a drunken fear for the beast that came forth out of the forbidden trees.

It wasn't the beast that stoned her fear, but the gigantic size of the malicious creature. With a heavy paw of temptation a wolf of gallant size submerged from the unknown, the warmth of the beasts breath fanning across her exquisitely sculpted features with the scent of wretched death.

The wolf was as black as the darkest ebony, the beasts serrated canines as white as the sheets of the richest man. The warmth that radiated from the wolf sent a spark of comfort through Dakota, for the woman was unable to keep herself from raising her hand upward toward the face of the lethally mesmerizing beast. "You are mine, Dakota Lupus." The Beasts voiced with closed jaws, his cranium leaning into the palm of her outreached hand.

The beast took a trusted step toward Dakota, his moist nose running along the length of her shoulder in an wolffish affection. "How do you know me? Why can't I move?" Dakota questioned, her heart beating ravenously within her chest as the beast enclosed upon her personal space.

"I have known your name before you were born, before you took your first breath. I am no stranger to you, nor are you to me. You cannot move, because you aren't in control here. Your heart takes the actions you perceive, your mouth and eyes only drawn by your mind." He had answered with a husked tone, his massive figure drawing backward in an reluctant gesture.

Dakota's heart remained beating beneath her breast, the movement alone pulsing with a growing fear for the golden eyes that laid before her. "Who are you?" Dakota questioned again, discarding the words that leaked from the werewolf that hovered contently above her.

"I'm the Son of Kings..."

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