Eight

Erin Nightwind

The moment she flew through her open window, she transformed back into her human form and pulled down the window to latch it. Having done that, she rested her elbows on the white sill and gazed into the sky, wondering what the unknown had in store for her.

The time suddenly appeared in the sky and the cold breeze from her other open window frolicked around her buttocks, making her realize she was naked, bringing her out of the void her head had created–her eyes widened. She didn't have time to get tangled in her web of thoughts. She needed to be at the dining table.

"Thankfully, no one came to shut my window. How would I have explained the wounds that refused to heal, or how would I tell Father I had left the kingdom?" Erin asked no one in particular, swinging around and almost getting a heart attack when she met grey inquisitive eyes.

"Where have you been?" She pushed up her perfectly carved brows and tilted her head.

"Hey, sis." Erin managed a shaky smile, crossing