52. My Purpose

THEON

The moment from earlier still played on my mind. She had gasped, backing away from the ice that was thickest beneath her feet, and then it was gone. I had tried to get her to call upon it again, but she didn’t manage it. She was unnerved and confused, but as for me? I was simply intrigued.

Was she part mage or fae? The odd thing was, usually, you could tell, but with Yileyna, you could only sense her werewolf side. There was something missing… and I needed to know what it was.

She had been angry and hostile towards me for the comment I made about her parents. I needed to do some digging into her parents' past. She may have gotten offended when I stated the truth, but it was obvious she looked nothing like her parents, that surely meant something. Her hair, eyes, facial features, and even build were entirely different. We all inherited something of our parents, even if it was subtle.

She has been distracted since then, asking me not to mention it to the king. I didn’t plan to.