Over the next few days, Aldric and Clara spent more time together, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. Clara found herself drawn to Aldric in ways she couldn't explain. He was unlike any man she had ever known—kind, protective, and fiercely devoted to her. Yet, there was a wildness to him, something untamed that made her pulse quicken.
Aldric, on the other hand, was constantly amazed by Clara's empathy. She could sense his emotions even when he tried to hide them, and her understanding nature made it easy for him to open up to her about his world. He told her about the Blackwood Pack, about the life of a werewolf, and the importance of finding one's fated mate.
Clara listened, absorbing everything he told her. It was a lot to take in, but deep down, she knew that what Aldric said was true. She could feel the connection between them, a bond that was growing stronger with each passing day.
One evening, as they sat by a crackling fire in Aldric's secluded cabin deep in the forest, Clara finally asked the question that had been weighing on her mind. "What happens now? How can we be together when we come from such different worlds?"
Aldric looked at her, his expression serious. "I will do whatever it takes to be with you, Clara. Our bond is stronger than any obstacle. But I also know that this is a lot for you to accept. I don't want to rush you or force you into anything."
Clara reached out and took his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers. "I've never felt anything like this before," she admitted. "It's overwhelming, but it's also… right. I don't know how, but I feel like I've been waiting for you too."
Aldric's heart swelled with emotion. He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "I'll wait as long as you need," he promised.