24. Freya

“Thank goodness you’re safe!” my mother exclaimed. Then she whispered in a low voice, “the amulet?” but I pretended not to hear her for now. Luna Helena of White Forest. Her reputation always preceded her. My teen years were spent waiting to see if I would be blessed with visions.

I wasn’t.

Perhaps I would have her quick fighting skills instead, she was a capable warrior in her own right.

I didnt..

Still, she bustled towards me, draped in a thick purple velvet gown. Her hazel eyes shimmered with gold as Genevieve stood to the side. A few crows feet lined her face but she still had the same beauty from her earliest royal portraits.

Mama placed her hand on my cheek. She scanned my face, as if she could read everything I had experienced for the past few months.

“How are you?”

“Tired and filthy,” I deflected, twisting away from her outstretched palm to take a look at my father “What has happened to Papa?”

Alpha Alexander, the leader of White Forest stepped forward. Though his hair