Nova's POV
If someone had told me two months ago that I'd be living in a castle straight out of a gothic romance novel—complete with towers, velvet drapes, eternal twilight corridors, and a man who literally turns into a wolf—I'd have laughed until I choked on my store-brand cereal.
But here I was.
Living it.
The Daegon family castle was nestled in the heart of Beauty Valley—aptly named, I'd come to learn. Think fairy-tale landscapes: endless green hills, sparkling brooks, cobblestone paths winding through forests that looked like they'd been painted with a giant whimsical brush. The sky always seemed to blush, like it knew secrets about the moon. And the flowers? Don't even get me started. They bloomed like they were trying to win awards.
It was the kind of place that made you feel like the wind itself was whispering stories from a thousand years ago.
