Helpless

Xylah sat in front of her dressing mirror, dressed in all white and a veil over her head, a single tear flowed down her cheeks. Today marks the third month after Caspian's day and today, everything was going to change for her.

She was getting married, again. And to whom? Sire Onyx himself. Xylah recoiled at the mere thought of marrying Caspian's uncle but she was helpless, just like she was on the night she stabbed Caspian.

The whole city had gone into mourning after his body had been found cold the next morning. The cause of death was said to be a stab in the heart with a silver knife. Silver was lethal to all werewolves— it took their lives like it meant nothing.

Investigations had been carried out but Sire onyx ofcourse got the case closed. Days passed by and Caspian was soon forgotten, he was but a useless prince after all.

Xylah shook away the thoughts and took a long sigh as she's escorted out of the room.

' Today was going to be a long day' She thought, clutching the small kni