When Zion heard the distant giggles and playful screams, it felt like a feather had brushed across his heart, light but jarring. His chest fluttered, and his stomach twisted unexpectedly. Even Shura, his wolf, stirred restlessly and instinctively turned his attention toward the source of the sound. There was an unexplainable pull in their chest, a deep yearning to know who those small voices belonged to. They were certain it was children, but for some reason, the urge to go and see for himself was overwhelming—too strong to be brushed off as mere curiosity.
Had they not been in the Royal Palace, Zion was sure he would've already gone running toward the sound.
He didn't understand it. There was no logic behind the way his heart tugged toward that direction, as if something—or someone—was tethered to him and calling him home.
Before he could dwell on the strange sensation, the Royal Beta stepped forward, breaking the moment. "This way, Alpha Zion," he urged politely but firmly.
