I paced about my room worriedly. Who the hell organizes a ball to break women."The royals," Arla replied boredly. She didn't even look the least bothered about the ball."How are you not even bothered?" I screeched, scattering my hair."Because I don't think this is the first time I'm hearing about this.""Uh, what do you mean?" I frowned confused. I was certain this was the first time I was hearing this from the girls and so far, I haven't heard it from anyone else. So where else could Arla have heard it from?"I can't really remember, it feels like a part of my memory is missing but I'm quite certain that this is not the first time I'm hearing about the ball. So unlike you, I'm neither scared or surprised," Arla replied, confusing me further."Is there a chance that I've heard of it too somewhere but then forgotten about it?" I thought, not having the slightest clue of where Arla got to know about the ball from."Yes, there is," she asserted, sounding certain."Since I know, there'

"Why is she still on the bed?" The Queen asked, her voice sounding loud, disturbing my sleep. "I tried waking her up but she wouldn't bulge," Becca replied, frightened and I groaned in displeasure.Couldn't they keep it quiet? I was trying to get some sleep here and the more they kept talking the more they made that impossible."Imelda!" The Queen yelled my name."Can you lower your voice? You're being too loud," I grunted and some people grasped in horror. "Did she just ask me to lower my voice?" The Queen faced Becca in disbelief and Becca remained quiet, trying so hard not to laugh. "Imelda! I demand you to get up this instant!" The Queen yelled and I growled in protest, covering my head with my pillow."Get lost," I muttered and they grasped in horror again. I think the Queen also grasped in horror this time around also.I wish they would just leave me and let me sleep. If there was one thing I hated, it was my sleep being interrupted. I loved sleeping to my heart's content and

"If you're so adamant on following me around, make sure you keep up and try not to get lost," I squealed, running off and Lucas scoffed, running after me."Talking about getting lost, I should be the one warning you about not getting lost. I know every nook and cranny of this village so getting lost is close to impossible. I can't say the same for you though.""Well, you won't totally be useless then. If by any chance I get lost then you'll just have to search every nook and cranny of the village and find me since you claim to know the village so well," I grinned, mischievously and when he least expected it, I dived into a crowd, getting lost."Imelda!" He yelled as I rid myself of him."I guess someone has to warn him about being on the look out for your mischief. One can never know when to expect it," Arla laughed, amused.I was quite certain about the fact that he was going to find me, I couldn't dispute that fact. According to Becca, he was a tracker and not just that alone, he is

It's the Prince! I gaped at him in awe. I successfully landed one punch on his face and his mask broke into two. Not seeing his attack, I got punched on the face as well.I stumbled back, blood dripping from my nose. I should be crying like every normal female wolf from being hit in the face but I wasn't normal. Rather than cry from being hit on the face, I was actually thrilled.I was having a real fight with the Prince, why wouldn't I be thrilled? It's not everyday one gets hit on the face.I have always dreamed of having a fight with someone this strong so I'd know my capabilities.Fighting with rogue wolves wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. They were not as strong as I expected them to be and it was always too easy for me to take them down. Sometimes it felt like Caleb took on the stronger ones and left the weak ones for me to handle. It was pretty frustrating fighting with wolves that could easily be taken down in less than 5 seconds.I wanted more and now that I got t

The throbbing ache in my head was the first sensation that pulled me back to consciousness. As my eyes slowly fluttered open, I found myself lying on the cold, hard ground, the remnants of the knock-out punch still resonating through my skull. My neck felt like it would snap into two at any moment. The noises of the people surrounding the arena echoed in my ears, a mixture of cheers and jeers that seemed distant and muffled.Blinking away the haze, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The last thing I could vividly remember was laying sprawled on the ground in my wolf form before being finally knocked out cold. Never would I have thought that there was someone that could take me out that easily. Not only was it humiliating, it was nerve wracking and something I definitely didn't expect. I couldn't help but wonder who the hell my opponent was. For some strange reasons, he seemed like someone I know; someone that has been around me before. But I just couldn't pinpoint who it was.