Chapter 10

Princess Sheila’s POV

The journey home was quieter than I expected. Lisa remained quiet the whole time, refusing to tell me the details of what transpired between her and Alfredo’s wolf.

“What did he ask of you?” I asked the wolf that had turned mute with me, hoping to get a glimpse of their discussion if not all of it.

“He did what we discussed last night,” Lisa said. Her answer sounded like she didn’t want me to ask about it.

I agreed with my thought as I stared through the tinted glass. The blue sky was tinted ash by the dark windows, to white fluffy clouds. With a low bow, a guard opened the door for me when we got home.

My heels clicked on the ground as I stepped on the mosaic of a rose in front of our house.

My father stood, a smile on his face as he welcomed me home. He still looked young with his stubble of almost golden beards on his chin. I wondered why I never got his genes for his golden hair, instead, it was my mother’s silky, black hair.

“How did it go?” He asked as he