"How many guests have arrived?" Isla asked her nurse."A few, but only the ones who live far away. The rest will arrive later this evening. Everyone is looking forward to celebrating with you, dear."Isla made a noise of agreement but a knot of worry had settled in her stomach as her wolf reappeared in her mind. It wanted nothing to do with this evening and she would most likely have a headache for most of the night, which she was not looking forward to. They traveled throughout the castle, passing servants who were rushing to finish preparing for the party. No one paid them any mind simply for that reason. Greta ushered Isla into her chambers, shutting the door in the faces of the guards. Isla looked around her tidy room and saw that her dress had arrived."Oh, Greta," Isla breathed in admiration. The gown was made of blue silk the color of the sapphire around her neck and the sleeves were a thin, nearly transparent fabric that flowed down nearly as long as her skirt. A silver

Isla took a shaky breath as Greta pulled her into the hallway. The silk skirt of her gown flowed around her legs and dragged slightly on the floor, which made her look as though she were floating. Her three guards were waiting to escort her and they smiled at her appearance in appreciation. Greta had done a wonderful job making her look like a princess. Especially her hair. She had somehow tamed the unruly waves and coaxed them to flow around her in the most elegant of ways. The top layers of her hair were pinned back in a clip that matched both her gown and her necklace. Upon the piles of thick hair sat her tiara, silver and tantalizingly shiny. "My lady," A guard said as he bowed low. The other two guards followed his lead. Isla curtsied and smiled as her parents approached them.The queen adorned a deep purple gown with similar silver accents as Isla's. Her auburn hair was braided and wrapped around her head, with a few stray tendrils tickling her cheeks. The king wore his b

Her wolf was so amazed at this act of affection that it didn't even get mad, it was simply confused.Isla was instantly addicted to the gentle way his lips moved against hers. She had never been kissed before, nor kissed anyone, but his lips guided hers in the intimate art. Her hands clasped his cheeks in a desperate attempt to keep his face near hers.Isla suddenly realized what was happening and how inappropriate it was. She jumped away, pushing him back and wiping her tear streaked cheeks frantically with the back of her hand. Her lips were tingling from his tenderness, and she wanted nothing more than to return to the strength of his arms, but she was the Princess, and her wants could not come first. "Sir Mikel, someone could see us." She smoothed her dress and took a deep breath through her nose. Her back straightened and she wiped a wavy tendril of hair back from her face.Mikel straightened up and nodded, bowing slightly. Sadness filled his eyes. "Of course, My lady. I'm

"Dammit," Derulo muttered, lifting up his shirt and sticking his dark hand through the torn seam in the arm, where it had caught on a branch during their journey.Kelly chuckled and stuck another chuck of bread into his waiting mouth. His stomach had been growling angrily since dusk, and it was well towards midnight at this point. He chewed and swallowed before responding to his Beta. "Maybe you should learn to control that beast." He nodded over at the chestnut mare that was nibbling on the undergrowth near his own silver mount.Derulo sneered at his friend and pulled the torn shirt over his head. The white fabric stood out easily in the dark, especially with their enhanced eyesight. He ran a hand through the course, curly black hair that covered his head and lifted his plate of cold beans into his lap. "Not my fault the horse is nervous.""Really? You don't think your pissy wolf had anything to do with it?" Kelly tossed Derulo a loaf of bread from the saddlebag next to him whi