Aria's pov I was pleased to have gotten my daughter back but I felt off. That man, Frost, was a spitting image of Malrik, and I found myself thinking of my past as I walked with Killian. “Pardon me for saying this but your skin is um, glowing, your highness,” he said, stopping suddenly and gawking at me. Lifting my arm I furrowed my brow at what looked like my aura shimmering golden and another sigil ignited on my bicep, I was baffled. “Maybe I'm going to blow up like a dying star,” I mumbled with concern but Lark came to my side with my daughter. “Mystic is telling me that you're becoming the Sacred Shewolf. All will bow to you, Mom!” She squealed ecstatically. Twirling my index finger in the air I said, “Goody.” But when the young elf prince reached out to touch my cheek my eyes widened at the lyrical language he spoke. “What did he say?” I asked Mister Skinner. Grinning slightly Lark said, “He stated that the Frost king sensed your change when you stepped into th
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