Chapter 8 - Little house in the forest.

I could feel that the meeting was not going my way. The pixie queen wanted rights to the port in exchange for safe passage through the woods. I knew that her kind would soon take over the entire port. That has been her plan for generations. Yes, my father and his father before him have been trying to get her to give us safe passage. I had hoped if I spoke to her, she would listen.

My father had already told me it wasn’t going to work and he was probably waiting in the wings somewhere to tell me he had told me so.

“Well, it saddens me that we can’t come to some sort of agreement, your majesty, but there is no way the werewolves will ever give up any part of the harbour.” I got up, greeted her, and left. She was not going to budge and neither was I. It infuriated me and when my father appeared around a corner to say he had told me so, I lost control.

Shifting in an instant, I pinned him to the floor and snarled. My mother’s gasp brought me back to my senses and I breathed in deeply to t