Chapter 11

Isla sprinted down the empty hall, her skirts held tightly in her fists to avoid tripping over them.

She chuckled softly as she hid behind a marble pillar.

"Dammit, princess," the leader of her three guards, Gabriel, grumbled under his breath as he and the two others passed by her hiding place.

She was quite adept at evading her guards, she'd had twenty-one years to hone in her skills, and her guards never seemed to catch on.

She appreciated them, but they were suffocating.

The large, blue clad men were never more than ten feet from her.

"Sorry, Gabriel," she whispered and then took off in the direction from which she had come.

Greta, her parents, and her guards chastised her on a nearly daily basis for evading their presence, but the wolf in her did not like being stalked.

The wolf within her did not like much, but the one time they got along was when she was sneaking away from her supervisors.

Although, even when she and her counterpart where on the best of terms, the wolf