Lily paced nervously across her little room. How could she have let herself get so out of control, so infuriated, so jealous? Now, a man was dead. A Prince was dead and, even though he was one of the most ill reported-on noblemen, he could not have done anything to deserve such an untimely and unexpected death.
This had to stop. She could not go around hurting every man, every person who wanted to marry Margaret or showed even the slightest bit of romantic interest in her. It was ridiculous, this she knew, but could she stop? Would she be able to control herself?
You see, the reason Lily was the way she was, he reason she could transform, was because she was a werewolf, the halfbreed of a werewolf woman and a human man. As such, she changed every night of the full moon. Normally she woul
