Nora
Bless the Moon, Clyde broke the silence. "This way, princess," he said, leading me gracefully past his soldiers. Their eyes followed us with reverence. Even without turning around, I could feel Rebecca and Rachel's gaze fixed on us.
My heart pounded so loudly that I was afraid everyone could hear it. I was baffled because my situation was quite the unique ordeal compared to most werewolves.
I once had a wolf named Phoenix. Her voice in my mind was a warm, amber glow, a presence that chased away the loneliness of court life. "Chin up, little warrior. Our bond is stronger than their pettiness." she would whisper, giving me strength against Cynthia's cruel jabs. She stayed with me for a wonderful year. Yet, everything changed when Princess Cynthia reached the same age and discovered h
