Prince Samuel had left for Shadowcreek, the crows informed Melinoe. Soon, he would be King. King Adrian journeyed with his son to formalize his abdication.
Melinoe did not know how to process the situation. She sat on a log that night, feeding the birds, real ones – not shifters. Then, the crows came to see her.
“Are you thinking of the prince?” Ismelda asked. As usual, her voice was gentle and had a calming effect on the young shifter.
“How do you know that?” The Princess of the Forest asked.
“He has not been here. He usually comes as man or beast almost every day or night.”
The other two crows perched on either side of the log.
“You know what my mother wants, don’t you?”
“And we cannot tell you what to feel about that. We have been punished by your mother enough,” Veronica caw
