The Three-Legged Werewolf Princess

Sadie POV I woke up with a sigh and shifted my weight in an attempt to sit up. It didn’t matter how much I tried to pretend; I was no longer normal. My accident had happened over four years ago, yet sometimes when I woke up in the morning my mind retracted back to “before”. Before had become the unspoken of time that precedented my accident that caused me to lose my right leg below my knee. It was what we called it as no one liked to talk about it. It was too sad, too horrible. Shaking my head and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I reached over to my bedside table and grabbed my prosthetic. As much as I wish I could, I was not able to walk without it. Even with all the magic and witchery in our world, there was no spell for replacing body parts. It was like bringing someone back from the dead-completely forbidden and as such, no spell existed to do such things. As I attached it and gently stood, regaining my balance and making sure the prosthetic was secure before s

Rylen POV SilverRock pack was one of my favorite packs to visit. They always took good care of us and treated us like normal werewolves instead of kissing the ground we walk on (or more accurately, our asses) just because we were royalty like most packs do. They were respectful and kind, and Rosie and I both appreciated their efforts in treating all pack members the same and with dignity, even the Omegas. SilverRock’s system is something that we would definitely like to see implemented in more packs around the country. Honestly, Rosie and I both wanted our mates to come from this pack, which is why we included them in our tour at the last minute and incorporated it as our first stop. “What are you thinking about, Ry? You look like you are having a very deep discussion with your brain over there, and I’d love to pick it.” My twin sister, Rosie (short for Rosalie-our parents wanted her to have an elegant name but she prefers the nickname of Rosie because she thinks it fits

Rylen POV I woke up feeling like I had slept for whole days instead of about 8 hours. As I hopped in the shower and tried to pick out a nice outfit from what I had packed, I mindlinked Rosie to see if she was awake and ready to go down to breakfast yet. She nagged me, saying that it was way too early for this shit and that she was going to be a few minutes, but if I wanted to go on down to wait for my mate, she would understand. Although I did not want to admit it, I was a little nervous to go down by myself. However, the longer I waited to go down, the more restless my wolf became, so I forced myself to man up and headed down the stairs instead of taking the elevator because I was struggling to even stand still. As I walked into the dining hall, I was immediately hit with her intoxicating scent. I took a deep breath to really take it in, and was instantly calmed and whisked away to my happy place. I looked around to see if anyone else in the room was sniffing the