Chapter 0391

Victor and I approach the border with growing curiosity. Over recent weeks, both Seraphina and Evelyn have received numerous pledges—mostly vampires, but other supernatural beings too—swearing loyalty to the Guardians of the Realm. News of Seraphina's imprisonment and our victory over the vampires has spread like wildfire.

But the moment we arrive, I understand why Leopold called them "creatures." These tiny, glowing beings are unlike anything I've ever seen. Five of them flit about on delicate wings, no taller than a foot. Their luminescent bodies shimmer as if lit from within, draped in flowing garments woven from leaves. Their translucent forms would be nearly invisible if not for the ethereal glow radiating from them.

"Oh, she's even more breathtaking up close," one of the males murmurs, staring at me with wide eyes.

"And he's so much more... imposing," the female beside him adds, as if we can't hear them discussing us.

"I've always had a soft spot for wolves. So untamed," the other male sighs dreamily.

Their voices are high-pitched, almost musical, reminding me of those tiny characters from that old human movie—what was it called? Munchkinland?

Victor and I step forward, joining Leopold. "I'm Alpha Victor, and this is my mate, Luna Isolde. You've already met my Beta, Leopold," Victor introduces us.

"Lord Alpha Victor," the first male says, executing an elaborate bow despite his wings. "I am Oberon, and this is my sister, Titania. That’s Puck, and the twins are Luna and Stella."

"I've seen this one naked," one twin stage-whispers, eyeing Leopold. "Trust me, he's no Beta with what he's packing."

"Definitely Alpha material," her sister agrees, shamelessly scanning Leopold as if he were already undressed.

"Lady Luna Isolde, the honor is ours," Oberon says to me, but before I can respond, the twins continue their scandalous commentary.

"And the way he makes Lady Beta Lillian siiiiiing," one trills, mimicking a bird's song, "when he takes her to the lake—"

"Or when he does that thing with his—"

"Enough!" Leopold snaps, his jaw clenched.

The twins gasp dramatically. "Was that his Alpha aura? It made me shiver."

"Me too. I'd agree with anything he says, just like Lady Beta Lillian does."

Leopold drops his head, torn between throttling them and laughing.

"Oberon, Titania," I interject, desperate to steer this conversation back on track. "Did you come here for a reason?"

Victor is barely containing his laughter, and the nearby patrol wolves inch closer, fascinated by these bizarre little creatures.

"Oh yes!" Oberon chirps. "We are the Sylvan Fae of these woods. King Oberon has commanded all under his rule to pledge ourselves to a Guardian."

"Our eternal devotion."

"Our unwavering loyalty."

They speak in rapid succession, finishing each other's thoughts as if sharing one mind.

"Sylvan Fae?" Victor asks.

"Indeed! There are many kinds—water fae, forest fae—"

"But we’re the best," Oberon cuts in smugly.

"So you serve King Oberon?" I press, struggling to maintain control of the conversation.

"Of course," Titania purrs, her gaze lingering on Victor like he’s a feast laid out before her.

"I thought King Oberon ruled only the elves," Victor frowns.

"Oh, he governs all fae—dwarves, fairies, the nice ones; faeries, the nasty ones; pixies—"

"Goblins, elves, leprechauns..."

"Those are real?" Leopold blurts.

"Very much so," Oberon says, fluttering closer to me while Titania remains fixated on Victor.

"You wolves are enormous..."

"Massive."

"Absolutely gigantic," the twins chorus, ogling our pack members still in wolf form.

"Yes, we’re small enough that you usually don’t notice us—unless we want you to," Titania explains.

"Like now."

"Or we hide so you don’t trample us."

One twin points to Alistair, who pads up beside me in his wolf form.

"He could trample me anytime," she sighs.

Alistair, ever the flirt, gives a wolfish smirk as the twins flit closer, openly admiring him.