In this moment of pleasure, the man who had released himself forcefully into the depths of her womanhood shamelessly wet his fingers with the moisture flowing from Eva's inner thighs and caressed her womanhood again and again. Now every spasm, every tremor felt more intense than before. His eyes were fixed on his woman, his mischievous, roguish gaze recording the satisfied expression on Eva's face.

Eva had gone completely rigid with the force of her orgasm, left almost breathless. She could feel the wetness flowing from between her legs down her thighs.

The man withdrew from her in one sudden motion, and Eva arched like a bow, feeling a large, warm, quivering emptiness inside her.

The man leaned down, his lips brushing Eva's sweat-dampened ear.

"That was only the beginning," he whispered. "The seal is awakening, and I am coming for you, daughter of Rose..."

As the voice echoed in her ears, a chill swept across her skin. Then the image before her eyes suddenly shattered. Eva opened her eyes alone in the mountain cabin, her core still trembling. Her breath had been cut short, her heart pounding in her chest.

Her pajamas and the sheets were clinging to her skin with a cold dampness. The space between her legs was still throbbing, her insides still quivering. The sensation of the man's fingers and the intensity of that burning peak still reverberated through her muscles.

Her face had gone bright red. She brought her trembling hands to her core. The wetness was physical proof that the dream had not existed only in her mind. She felt like herself back in adolescence, when she had first begun to experience these feelings. Well, it was true she had no experience up to this point, but she had never felt such a meaningless, consuming sexual hunger before.

It was as though her body had entered some kind of process. None of her previous dreams had ever ended like this.

"How can it feel this real?" she grumbled to herself.

The image of those amber eyes, that roguish gaze, was still vivid in her mind. The patterns of the tattoos, the weight of his body pressing down on her, the burning fullness inside her... All of it was too real. And that terrified Eva.

She took a deep breath and brought her hands to her face. "This is madness," she murmured to herself. "It was just a dream. From stress. From loneliness."

Her tongue and her mind were busy making excuses. But her body wasn't lying. She was wet, she had felt immense pleasure, and she was completely satisfied.

She shook her head, trying to collect herself. She noticed the room was ice cold. The fireplace had long gone out, and every last trace of warmth had vanished from the room. This physical cold formed a terrible contrast to the burning heat of the dream.

She got out of bed and stood up on trembling legs. The cold floor made her legs tremble even more. Her steps were still unsteady as she walked toward the fireplace. The physical echoes of the dream were still reverberating through her muscles. *If even a dream with him left me this drained, I'd die if I actually slept with a man like that,* she thought.

At that moment, the cold air that struck Eva's skin as she threw off the warmth of the bed brought her back to herself for an instant.

"Ahh... Is this cursed mountaintop always going to be this cold?" she grumbled to herself.

One of the definite comforts of city life was proper heating systems. In these mountain conditions, she would have to quickly get the fireplace going to avoid freezing. She immediately got up from the armchair to go fetch more firewood from the shed.

As she got ready and opened the door, the rustling sound beneath her foot made her look down. What she saw surprised her.

On the veranda, left right in front of the door, was an enormous bouquet of flowers.

She bent down and picked up the flowers, looking around. But there was no one. Just snowdrifts, trees, and silence. Nothing else. She couldn't have expected anything different.

"Is this a joke..." she murmured. "We're literally on top of a mountain, who could have put this here?"

To be honest, she didn't dwell on it for long. She had always been a results-oriented woman, and her priority right now was not freezing to death. She set the flowers on the table inside and headed straight for the woodshed. She filled her arms with firewood and returned to the house. She went quickly to the fireplace and lit the fire.

When the flames crackled to life, Eva let out a comfortable sigh. Warmth slowly began to fill the room. She crouched in front of the fireplace and held her hands out toward the fire.

"Oh God, there's nothing more comforting than a fire. I think I really am a cursed witch," she murmured with a laugh.

A few minutes later, her eyes drifted to the flower bouquet on the table. She went over with curiosity and began to examine the flowers.

There was no note, and it didn't look like a random bouquet either. But she had to admit, these colorful, small-leafed flowers really were quite beautiful.

Eva brought the flowers to her nose and took a deep breath. The refreshing scent that filled her nostrils genuinely made her feel happy. A warmth seemed to spread through her from within. Strange as this morning had been, she was starting it in better spirits than most other days.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Eva fixed her eyes on it, and what she was thinking was plain to see.

Who was at the door? Could it be the owner of the flowers?

Just then, there was a knock at the door. She wondered for a few seconds who it could be, then finally gathered her courage and went to the door. When she saw Elly standing there, she relaxed and smiled.

"Hi, good morning!" Elly said cheerfully. "I brought you fresh pastries!"

She was holding a basket, from which the aroma of fresh dough wafted.

Catching the scent, Eva excitedly said, "Come in!"

Elly entered.

"Should we make tea, or would you prefer coffee?"

"You know I'm always a coffee person," Eva said.

"Okay, agreed then. Let's make coffee."

When Elly turned her head, she saw the bouquet on the table. Her eyes grew wide.

"Oh! Gerberas! How did you gather these? They're beautiful!"

Eva casually pulled her shawl over herself. "I don't even know where they came from," she said.

Elly's eyes grew even wider. "What do you mean? Really?"

"Yes. I woke up this morning and they were at the door."

Elly picked up the bouquet and examined it. Curious, she came closer to Eva.

"Eva," Elly said seriously. "These flowers are a messaging technique used many years ago, they mean 'welcome.' And they only grow at the mountain peak. They couldn't have come down here on their own. Didn't you wonder at all how they got here?"

Eva shrugged playfully. "I guess I have a handsome admirer," she said. But then, noticing the detail, she asked curiously: "Excuse me, exactly when was this flower tradition from?"

"About fifty years ago."

Eva turned to Elly with a playful expression. "Great! So I have an elderly stalker. Bringing me flowers from the mountain peak. What more could there be? Perfect."

Elly started laughing, but none of this really made sense to her.

Eva got up and sat at the table with appetite. "Come on, I'm starving, let's eat!"

Elly smiled and brewed the coffee. As they began breakfast, Eva asked curiously, "So, is your offer to shop at the town center for me still valid? I don't like drinking tea without sugar and I forgot to buy some yesterday. Plus, I want to get some Christmas decorations. The townspeople won't sell me anything."

Elly said, "Of course my offer still stands. Let's go out after breakfast. And I'm taking you to my favorite café! We'll investigate your elderly platonic lover. Maybe he's in the town history," she said with a laugh.

Eva let out a deep laugh. "Oh monsieur, whisk me away! Take me far from here."

Now the laughter of these two young women filled the mountain house.

A few hours later, Eva and Elly decided to head down to town.

"This town is really strange," Eva said. "People act like they're living centuries ago. Witch hunts, wolf tales... Don't they have more sensible things to do?"

Elly glanced at her sideways. "You won't believe it until you see it yourself, will you?"

"You're talking about many years ago, Elly. Have you seen them yourself?" Eva asked.

Elly answered with great devotion in her eyes, "I believe, Eva! Sometimes you need to hope and believe."

When they arrived at the town center, Eva parked the car in front of the market. They both got out. Eva took a deep breath. If that old fool said one more word, she could seriously tear him apart. She breathed and steadied her pulse.

"Ready?" Elly asked.

"Ready for an old fool to kick me out as cursed? Yes, I think I'm ready, let's go get my daily dose of bullying."

When they entered the market, all eyes turned to Eva again. Whispers began. Old David was at the register as usual, arms crossed over his chest, glaring hostilely at Eva.

Eva ignored him. She began putting the things she needed into a basket. Canned goods, flour, sugar, eggs... basic items. She also added some Christmas decorations. Then she handed the basket to Elly.

Elly, tossing her braids with a smiling face, came to the register. "Hello, dear David! I'm buying these," she said.

David's face soured even more. His gaze didn't even turn to Elly; he was completely focused on Eva, staring with furrowed brows.

"I won't sell to her," he said in a harsh voice.

Blood rushed to Eva's veins. She couldn't contain herself. "Excuse me? I'm a customer and I'm paying!" she growled.

"I won't sell anything to Rose's daughter," David said. "Get out of here!"

The people around watched silently. No one intervened. Elly grabbed Eva's arm, trying to calm her down.

Just then, the market door opened.

Joe walked in...

Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair and a sharp gaze, he commanded everyone's attention in town. His eyes caught on Eva, then slid to David.

"Is there a problem?" he asked.

David backed up a bit. "Joe... this woman..."

"This woman what?" Joe cut in, his voice hard. "She's a customer. And she'll pay."

Eva looked at Joe in astonishment. Joe turned to her and nodded with a slight smile.

"Then I'll buy them," Joe said decisively. He took the shopping basket and placed it at the register.

David's gaze went first to the basket, then to Joe.

"Joe, but you're not buying these for yourself..."

Joe cut him off. "I said we're buying, David. You're going to sell me these items."

David seemed intimidated by him. The old man muttered as he calculated and asked for the money. Then he handed over the packages...

Joe turned to Eva with his handsome smile. He came up to her and held out the packages.

"Have a good day, Rose's daughter," he said and walked out of the market.

Eva was both surprised and irritated by his cocky attitude. Just as she was about to say something to old David, who wouldn't sell to her, Elly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her outside.

"Thank you, David! Have a good day!" she said, practically running out.

Eva couldn't contain her anger. "Let me go! I'm going to tell him off. He wouldn't sell to me but sold to Joe? He didn't accept you, he didn't accept me, but when Joe wants it, suddenly he agrees. What is this?"

Elly was laughing. "He's like the crown prince of this town. It's normal that he'd listen to him. Everything here depends on his family."

Eva grew curious. "What do you mean?"

"His father owns most of the workshops in town. He gives jobs to many people here. They've been living here for a long time, they're a well-established family."

Eva raised her eyebrows. "Well, look at that. The cursed girl can't get what she wants but the crown prince can. Let me ask you something..."

Elly turned her gaze away and nodded.

"In that tale you told me, what exactly is this Joe?"

Elly's face clouded with unease. "Never mind, let's go..."

Eva's eyes flew wide open in shock. She started giggling. "Could he be one of those demons you told me about yesterday? He reminded me of them..."

"Eva, stop making fun already," Elly said and got in the car.

Eva also got in laughing, following her. She put the market packages in the back, then got in the driver's seat next to Elly.

Eva thought they'd had enough action for the day.

But... Just as they were rounding a curve, a vehicle suddenly cut them off.

Eva slammed on the brakes to avoid a collision. The car skidded and stopped just short of the cliff.

"What's happening?" Eva whispered.

Elly's face had gone white as a sheet. "Eva... back up. Now!"

But it was too late. Masked men surrounded the car. They had clubs in their hands. Their faces were covered with black ski masks, only their eyes visible.

Eva locked the doors, but one of the men punched the window.

"Get out, Rose's daughter!" he shouted.

"Get lost!" Eva shouted back. Her heart was pounding wildly.

Another man came to the front of the car and began hitting the window with his club. The window, which had held for a bit, finally shattered with a loud crash.

Elly screamed. Eva gripped the steering wheel, trying to hit the gas, but the men had blocked the car's path.

Just then, a shadow burst from the forest.

A wolf. Compared to the giant wolf she'd seen on the forest road, this one was somewhat smaller, its muscles taut, its fur black-gray, its eyes shining silver.

The masked men, as if this were a familiar danger, suddenly organized themselves and pulled back. There wasn't even a trace of fear on their faces.

Inside the car, Eva and Elly sat slumped in their seats, watching him with fearful gazes in shock.

The wolf stood there for a few more seconds. Its eyes locked onto Eva's. There was something in that gaze... It wasn't the warm feeling like in the wolf she'd seen last time. It was looking at her with an icy, chilling sensation.

Then, in a split second, it turned and disappeared into the forest.

Eva's hands were trembling. She couldn't breathe. Reality and fantasy had now become intertwined. Who were these people and why were they attacking her? Moreover, what was that wolf? Was it trying to protect her?

"Eva... Eva, are you okay?" Elly's voice came from far away.

"What... what was that?" Eva whispered. "Did... did you see it too?"

Elly said, "I saw it." Her eyes turned to the forest and she murmured, "You know what it was," she said quietly.

Eva quickly shook off the shock, jumped in the car, and they drove away.

Half an hour later, they were sitting in the warm living room of Elly's house. Elly's mother, a middle-aged woman with a kind face, had brought them tea.

"It's so wonderful to see you, Eva," the woman said with a warm smile. "Having you here brings me great joy. Your grandmother was a wonderful woman."

Eva nodded, feeling warmth inside. "Thank you. She loved you very much too."

The woman murmured, "We loved her very much too. I'm sorry for your loss, Eva."

Eva could only manage, "Thank you."

A few minutes later, the woman began to talk. They spoke of the past, the town, memories.

Then the woman, caught up in the energy of the conversation, said something it slipped out.

"Your mother made a terrible mistake but... your grandmother tried so hard to protect us."

Eva froze, her brows furrowing. She was trying to understand what she meant. "What do you mean?" she asked.

The woman suddenly fell silent, her face turning ashen. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. That was wrong."

With hurried steps, she returned to the kitchen.

Eva turned to Elly curiously. "What did your mother mean?"

Elly's face was shrouded in darkness. She averted her eyes from Eva.

"I'm sorry," Elly said quietly. "My mother was talking nonsense..."

"Elly!" Eva shouted. "What does this mean?"

But Elly didn't answer. She just lowered her head, her hands trembling. Finally she composed herself. "I'll tell you when the time comes, my friend. Please don't ask now," she murmured.

Until this time, Eva hadn't heard a single word from her grandmother about her parents' death. It was as if it were an event that needed to be kept secret from everyone. Now, from the fear in Elly's eyes, she understood that something big had happened.

Everything was about to change. Eva could feel it.

But was she ready?