In the quiet of the night, a gentle breeze carried a message as the enigmatic Blue Moon Goddess graced the sky. Gisella stood frozen, her gaze locked on an unexpected sight before her. A woman with long, jet-black hair snapped, "This human took your sister's life. Why are you so silent?" she accused. Gisella, taken aback, tried to defend herself, "I don't understand. I didn't kill anyone," she stammered, feeling bewildered by the blue-eyed man's intense stare.
As the howl of a wolf echoed through the lush forest, harmonizing with the night's hush, the woman pressed, "You wait, she's heartless. What are you waiting for?" she spat, her hatred evident in her gaze. Meanwhile, the man, whose body now seemed to be covered in fur, remained uncharacteristically quiet.
In his sorrowful voice, the blue-eyed man spoke softly, "I cannot... I cannot. She's my mate," he repeated, his words filled with a deep sense of loyalty and love. The woman's question hung in the air: "How can you choose her, the one who took your brother's life, as your mate? Your family or your heart?" What would be his response?
