Chapter 45: Heat

Wrapped in a thick, fuzzy grey cloak, Ophelia walked alongside Nikolai, who was elegantly dressed in a long black coat made from threads that shimmered like ice. Their footsteps echoed sharply on the marble floor of the castle hallway, drawing the attention of guards and maids who were expected to bow their heads and avoid making full eye contact with the pair. The sight of a dragoness walking with their future Alpha, as though they were equals, caused disbelief among the onlookers. After all, wolves and dragons were traditionally at odds. Once they stepped outside the castle, Ophelia immediately shuddered and stopped, her teeth chattering from the biting cold despite the cloak. She sighed deeply, her lips pressed together in discomfort. "This cloak isn’t doing me any good," she muttered, wrapping her arms around herself in an attempt to generate some warmth. She moaned loudly. "Why has the temperature dropped so much?" "There are many answers to that, Firestorm," Nikolai responde