Wolfless Luna
But there was nothing there, and as my heart pounded, I finally felt a bit of relief.
Jeeze, Frey. Overactive imagination much?
“Hello Freya,” Princess Helena hissed from behind me, and I spun around to see not just her standing there, but Prince Julian and Nicholas as well.
“Good afternoon your highnesses,” I said, instinctively, hitting a knee in a bow of respect.
“Ugh, stand up you cretin,” Helena replied, and I shakily obliged her request, and when my eyes came up, that’s when I saw the guns. All three of them holding hunting rifles.