Chapter 51-AZALEA

I tried to shake off the thoughts, tried to shake off the guilt, but I couldn't. Each step I took farther from the throne room only amplified my guilt.

I lied, about the dead bodies and how I knew how they were killed…..but at least not where I had seen them before.

For years I watched my father ravel on about a world I thought never existed until I was mated to one. I always thought he was somewhat insane and maybe the death of my mother out delusional thoughts in his head.

I remembered a journal of my father I came across when I was seventeen. I was bored and alone at home and when I stumbled upon it, it was something I wanted to read.

In it, he wrote down the stages of transformation of a wolf until it was fully covered in fur. Their deathly attacks, how and when they attack, what kills them and what strengthens them.

Some pages described how he killed werewolves and they were exactly the same way the alphas' said their dead wolves died.

I always thought it was some kind of fairy