It’s so easy to get wrapped up in your world and forget the other world that exists beyond your comfort. My eyes stared in awe as we gazed into the forest. The children were ecstatic, their eyes mirroring my own as they took in the world beyond our kingdom. Nighttime fell and the real magic began. Insects Dante called ‘fireflies’ lit up all around us, setting about a glowing path as if welcoming us to their land. Kia and I gasped out in pure admiration. Kia had literally cried his way out of his father’s cloak the second we stepped out of our territory. I swear the child had magic in him. He never cried even once after that. He was cooing and giggling as he took everything in with his large round eyes. The dragon twins were awestruck themselves, flying over us, mesmerized by the beauty of it all. I wished we could turn our trip to an adventure. I wished we could linger longer and find cool spots, camp out, but we could not. The closer we approached the werewolf kingdom, the surer I wa

We reached Mount Zion in record time. It was fifty thousand feet, rugged, yet Dante ran up it as if it was flat land. I kept thinking we would fall but he kept going even when the harsh winds began drifting through. We were not on dragon territory yet but we would be able to see in especially with our sharp vision. It took hours to reach the top and when we did, Dante lowered me down. His eyes already scanned through the land. We lay down on our stomachs, looking at the royal village. It was just past morning, people doing their chores yet something was very very wrong. I had a bad feeling about this. We would walk in blind and anything could happen but it is a chance we would take. “Should we start at his village?” I asked. “No. They would have seen what he sent to us by now and apprehended him. He is in the royal village, if he is still alive anyway.” Dante said back coldly, turning around. “He is alive, Dante. He is. Don’t give up hope yet.” I took a deep breath, hoping he was.

I had never felt so powered. I was fighting for myself. I was fighting for my baby who he had cut out of me. I was fighting for my mother and how he broke my father’s heart. I kept going, kept hitting him over and over. Uther fought back but it was as if I was immune to his hits because I never even felt them. I roared up in anger, my righthand shifting midair with the other holding Brum by the collar. I slashed into his chest with anger. My grey-furred hand was left red as he screamed like a bitch. I threw his body away, not wanting to end it so quickly. I did not want to make it so easy for him. Not when he tore my family apart. Not when he took my baby away from me. I threw my head back and howled. I turned to pin my eyes to my brother who was crawling backward with his wounds healing. I ran for him. He stood up, turning around to run away only for the warriors to push him back. Uther stumbled right into my claws. I made sure not to hit any vital organs. As heavy as he was, I pus

Brum was following me around like a lost puppy and I hated it. He was there when I got out of the shower. The bed was made, his shoulders lowered in defeat. He was there when the ladies brought in an outfit for me. He was there as I stood, fully dressed, ready to address my people. He went to pull on his t-shirt and shorts, walking after me, irking me with his presence that I tried and failed to ignore.I walked out of my royal quarters, staring at blank walls. I valiantly ignored my churning emotions, a consequence of walking these walls without my father's presence. I was well and truly alone. The caves and mountain seemed larger than they had ever been before. Not even Kia’s wails could vanquish the cold and emptiness of the caves, caves I would reside in alone.They looked darker and haunted. The life and beauty drained out of them.I cocked my head up to the sound of rapid footsteps and met Drakko's gaze with my own as he made his way to me. He bowed his head as soon as he saw me