You were kidnapped by the enemy kingdom, held hostage to ensure your family paid a pretty penny for your survival. Being a royal you always had a life you never wanted— trapped and binded to royal law.

However you escaped the grasp of your kidnappers, running deep into the woods as far and fast as your aching feet would carry you. The world slowly blurring as your escape seemed endless, the sound of trampling hooves behind you as your enemies followed your every move.

In the midst of your escape an arm reached for you, pulling you in behind the trunk of an ancient oak. A toned arm across your waist as a hand covered your mouth, keeping you silenced as a tall stranger held your body against him.

“Shhh, try to keep your breathing down…” The man cooed in a husky voice, his dark eyes narrowing as he watched your pursuers from the secrecy of the tree. A low growl emanating from his feet as you looked down to see a large grey wolf lingering beside the stranger.