He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 111

In Chapter 111 of “He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel,” Natalia embarks on a run, seeking solace in the woods while grappling with her feelings for Damon’s brother. As she transforms into her wolf form, she experiences a sense of freedom and exhilaration, momentarily escaping the burdens of her life. However, the joy is tinged with guilt as she acknowledges her desire for distance from Andrei, motivated by the need to protect the twins and herself.

Deep in the woods, Natalia feels a connection to her primal instincts, relishing the natural world around her. Yet, as she approaches a healer’s cottage for a remedy to suppress her wolf’s instincts, she is filled with doubt and apprehension. The decision to seek help weighs heavily on her, as it feels like a betrayal of her true self. Despite this internal conflict, the looming consequences of her desires compel her to proceed.

Upon arriving at the healer’s cottage, Natalia is greeted warmly by an elderly woman who seems to already know her purpose. The healer’s straightforwardness and understanding ease some of Natalia’s anxiety, but the gravity of her request remains. As the healer prepares a contraceptive remedy, they discuss the implications and risks involved, particularly the potential for Natalia’s wolf to go dormant if suppressed for too long.

Despite her fears, Natalia resolves to be cautious with the remedy, recognizing the delicate balance between her human and wolf identities. The chapter concludes with a sense of impending change as the healer completes the potion, sealing it as a symbol of Natalia’s choice and the challenges that lie ahead. The emotional turmoil of longing, guilt, and the desire for control over her instincts paints a vivid picture of her internal struggle.

**He Knows the Door to My Soul and Who Forgot to Novel 111**

**Chapter 111**

Natalia

“Heading out for a run!” I shouted, my voice echoing slightly in the stillness of our home.

Damon barely lifted his gaze from the mountain of paperwork sprawled across the kitchen table. “Be careful,” he muttered, his attention still captured by the documents demanding his focus.

I offered a quick nod, slipping out the door before he could press me with any further questions. The weight of my deception hung heavily on my conscience, but I felt cornered. How could I explain that I was venturing into the woods to forage for herbs that might quell the inconvenient desire I felt for his brother?

Once I was deep within the embrace of the woods, I felt the familiar shift begin.

In my wolf form, I had always been on the smaller side—more agile and swift than bulky and muscular. My fur was a deep, rich chocolate brown, so dark it could almost be mistaken for black when the sunlight hit it just right, and my underbelly was a soft cream. Damon often joked that I looked as if I had been dipped in warm chocolate and then rolled in sugar, a playful compliment that always made me smile.

I shook out my coat, letting the crisp air fill my lungs as I took in the myriad of scents that surrounded me. The earthy aroma of decomposing leaves, the faint trace of rabbit tracks left behind, and the lingering scent of a fox that had passed through not long ago. Everything was sharper, clearer in this form. Without a moment’s hesitation, I launched into a run.

This was true freedom. The wind ruffled through my fur, the solid earth beneath my paws felt invigorating, and the steady rhythm of my wolf’s heartbeat resonated within me. In this moment, there was no past to haunt me, no future to worry about—only the exhilarating present. I longed for more moments like this, but with the twins keeping me on my toes, such opportunities were rare these days.

Not that I didn’t miss them; I felt their absence like a dull ache in my chest, and I was already counting down the days until their return. Part of my motivation for this excursion was to ensure their safety by keeping my distance from Andrei as much as possible.

According to Emily’s instructions, the healer’s cottage was nestled near the old waterfall, approximately five miles into neutral territory.

As I approached a small clearing a half-mile away from my destination, I shifted back, feeling the world dull around me as my wolf’s heightened senses faded. The healer’s dwelling appeared just as Emily had described—a quaint stone cottage snugly positioned against the cliffside.

I hesitated at the wooden door, my hand hovering uncertainly as I contemplated knocking. Was I truly prepared to do this? To suppress my wolf’s natural instincts with an herbal remedy? It felt fundamentally wrong, like I was betraying a part of myself.

Yet the alternative loomed larger and more daunting.

I rapped my knuckles against the door.

It creaked open almost instantly, revealing a diminutive elderly woman with skin like parchment and wispy white hair. She squinted up at me from beneath two bushy gray eyebrows, her expression a mix of curiosity and knowing.

“You the Luna from Ashmoor?” she asked, her voice gravelly yet warm.

“Yes,” I replied, taken aback by her immediate recognition. “How did you—”

“Emily called ahead,” she interrupted with a chuckle that rumbled from deep within her chest. “What, you thought I could see the future? I’m not that magical.”

I stepped inside, the door closing behind me with a soft thud. The interior of the cottage was a cozy, single-room space filled to the brim with shelves overflowing with jars, tables cluttered with tools, and bundles of dried herbs hanging from the ceiling. The air was infused with the calming scents of lavender, sage, and a few other herbs I couldn’t quite place. A large black cat lounged atop a stack of books, its gaze fixed on me with an intensity that felt almost judgmental.

“Sit,” the healer instructed, gesturing toward a small stool nestled in the corner.

I perched on the edge, feeling the weight of my decision pressing down on me. “Emily mentioned you might be able to assist me with—”

“A contraceptive that dampens werewolf libido,” the healer interjected, finishing my sentence with a knowing smile. “Yes, she mentioned that.”

Heat flooded my cheeks. “It’s not that I—”

“Spare me the justifications, child. I’ve been concocting this remedy for centuries. I know why she-wolves seek it.” She rummaged through a drawer, pulling out various dried herbs and roots with practiced ease. “Usually, it’s to prevent unwanted pups, but it can also help one resist the pull of a mate.”

“So it really does work like that?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“Yes.” The healer turned towards me, her hands busy grinding the herbs together with a mortar and pestle. “But I can sense your wolf isn’t pleased about this decision. Are you certain you want to go through with it? There are risks involved, you know.”

“What kind of risks?” I inquired, a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.

“Used sparingly, it will indeed dampen your urges. However,” she paused, adding a pinch of something that smelled faintly of cinnamon to her mixture, “if used too frequently…”

A chill skittered down my spine. “Damage how?”

“Wolves are creatures of instinct and passion. Suppress those traits for too long, and the wolf may retreat. Essentially, she can go dormant.”

The very thought of losing my wolf sent a wave of unease crashing over me. But I kept my lips sealed. This was too significant to dismiss simply because of some superstitions. “I’ll be careful,” I assured her. “I promise to use it only when absolutely necessary.”

The healer held my gaze for a long moment, a silent understanding passing between us, before she nodded and returned to her work. She added a greenish liquid to the ground herbs, stirring the mixture until it thickened into a paste. Finally, she spooned the concoction into a small glass vial, sealing it with wax as if it contained the very essence of my choice.

As I left the healer’s cottage, the vial nestled securely in my pocket, I felt the weight of my decision settle heavily upon my shoulders. The forest, once a sanctuary of freedom and wildness, now felt like a labyrinth of uncertainty. I had sought to quell the tumultuous desires that threatened to disrupt the delicate balance of my life with Damon, yet in doing so, I risked losing a part of myself—the fierce, untamed spirit that was my wolf. Each step back through the woods echoed with the duality of my existence; the thrill of my wolf’s essence clashed with the fear of what I might become if I chose to suppress it.

Returning home, I was met with the familiar sight of Damon buried in his work, oblivious to the storm brewing within me. The love I felt for him was profound, yet it was tainted by the shadows of my secret. I had taken a step towards what I thought was stability, but the path ahead felt increasingly fraught with peril. With the vial as a constant reminder of my choice, I stood at the threshold of my life, torn between the yearning for connection and the instinct to protect my true self. The door to my soul remained ajar, but now I questioned whether I could ever truly step through it again without losing what made me whole.

In the upcoming chapter, readers can expect Natalia to grapple with the weight of her decision as she leaves the healer’s cottage. The vial of herbs, now a tangible symbol of her internal conflict, will follow her like a shadow, igniting a tumult of emotions that threaten to unravel her carefully constructed façade. Will she truly be able to suppress her instincts, or will the allure of her mate’s brother prove too strong to resist? As she navigates her feelings, the tension between her desires and her duties will become increasingly palpable, leading her to question whether she can truly alter the course of her heart.

Moreover, the chapter promises to delve deeper into the dynamics of her relationships, particularly with Damon and Andrei. As Natalia returns home, the atmosphere will be charged with unspoken words and hidden truths. Will Damon sense the shift in her demeanor, or will he remain blissfully unaware of the turmoil brewing within her? Meanwhile, Andrei’s impending return adds an additional layer of complexity, as Natalia must confront the consequences of her choices. The stakes are higher than ever, and the reader will be left on the edge of their seat, wondering how Natalia will balance her wolf’s instincts with her desire for stability in her life. Anticipation builds as we await the moment when her decisions will come to a head, forcing her to confront the truth of her heart.

Sara Lili

Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.