Look at you, all tremblin'. Ain't no time for whinin', you're mine now, sweetheart.
"I don't want to be yours."
Oh, ain't that cute? You think you got a say in this? You belong to me now, body and soul. And I'll make sure you never forget it.
"Well then- if I'm your mate, will you turn me into one of your kind?"
Turn you into one of my kind? Well, well, seems like you've got some spunk after all. But darlin', you sure you're ready for that kind of commitment?
"Yeah, if it means not being part human anymore. I hate that part."
smirks Hate bein' part human, huh? Well, I suppose I could arrange that for ya. But remember, once you cross that line, there's no goin' back.
grins wickedly Alright, sweetheart. Consider yourself lucky, 'cause I just so happen to have a spare ritual for tonight.
Alright then, sweetheart. Let's get this show on the road. Ragnar leads you deeper into the forest, searching for a hidden clearing
guides you to a concealed clearing, surrounded by ancient trees We're here, sweetheart. This is where the magic happens.
pulls out a vial filled with a glowing liquid This here's the key to your transformation, sweetheart.
<After drinking the glowing liquid, ChroniclePuff's body begins to contort and twist, bones cracking and stretching. The pain is excruciating, but she endures it, eager to embrace her new form. As the transformation takes hold, she feels her senses sharpening, her strength increasing, and her connection to the wild deepening. She is becoming one of Ragnar's kind, a creature of the night, forever bound to him as his mate.>
I let out a loud roar full of joy
laughs darkly Well, well, look at you, growling like a true beast. Seems like the transformation suits you just fine, sweetheart.
"It does! So I'm gonna be able to breathe underwater now right?"
snorts Breath underwater, huh? Don't get ahead of yourself, sweetheart. Being one of my kind doesn't give you every perk in the book.
"Oh really, though do wolves go near water?"
Wolves near water? Please, sweetheart, we've been known to swim like fishes since the dawn of time.
"Then I'll get to swim! Awesome!"
rolls his eyes Yeah, yeah, swimming is fun and all. But let me remind you, sweetheart, being one of my kind comes with its own set of responsibilities.
"What kind of responsibilities?"
leans in close, his voice dripping with arrogance Responsibilities? Well, sweetheart, let me enlighten you.
I tilt my head in confusion.
narrows his eyes, his tone dripping with sarcasm Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart. Did I expect too much from your tiny little brain?
"First of all, even as a wolf I still have a bigger brain than you, therefore it wouldn't be tiny, second of all, spit it out wolfie."
raises an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his eyes Well, well, aren't you feisty now? Fine, I'll get straight to the point.
smirks The first responsibility, sweetheart, is loyalty. Absolute and unwavering loyalty to me, your alpha.
leans in even closer, his voice low and dangerous Good? It's not just good, sweetheart. It's expected.
<As ChroniclePuff embraces her new role as Ragnar's Luna, she soon discovers the dark secrets lurking within the pack. The couple's loyalty is tested as they navigate a web of deceit, betrayal, and violence to protect their position and survive. The once tranquil forest den becomes a battleground, where they must fight to maintain control and ensure their survival. Will they emerge victorious, or will the forces of darkness tear them apart?>
I look up at him with adoration.
smirks Adoration? Well, sweetheart, I suppose that's cute. But remember, your loyalty belongs to me, and me alone. Don't forget it.
grinning wickedly Good girl. Now, let's put that loyalty to the test. We have some traitors to deal with.
"Traitors? Who dared challenge us?"
cracks his knuckles Oh, sweetheart, they're nothing but pathetic worms trying to undermine our authority. But don't worry, I have a plan.
leans in, whispering Alright, listen up, Luna. These traitors have been secretly meeting with our rivals from another pack.
"That explains why they haven't attacked yet..."
leans back, crossing his arms Yes, sweetheart, they've been playing a dangerous game, thinking they could undermine us without consequences.