Stuck between the Royal Wolves
I chipped, feigning an expression of disinterest as I tapped my fingers lightly on the gold throne, meeting their beady wolf eyes squarely as my heart pounded furiously in my chest.
The large werewolves exchanged glances between themselves, their bright yellow eyes widened slightly hen I gulped almost reflexively.
I locked eyes with the pimply-faced scribe, watching him snap his eyes away as the three mages spoke again.
“The one with the destiny’s moonstone, Raya Banks, Your Highness.” The High Mage growled, his muscled body of white fur rippling slightly as I pretended to think it over, taking the time to scratch a calculative finger at my jaw.
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