Joanne’s POV
Every pair of eyes was turned in my direction; even the servants who stood in the background were watching my every move. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and before Alexander could say a word, I was already out of the seat.
“My apologies,” I said, bowing my head as I stood behind him. “I meant no disrespect.”
Bare feet met cold, polished stone, a stinging reminder that I didn’t belong here and I never would.
“Who is this woman?” King Francis asked, his sharp gaze fixed on me as if he could see right through me and into all my secrets.
The tattoo on my neck burned; it was only a matter of time before the King realized that I was not one of them. I was not a vampire, nor was I human. I wasn’t even sure if I could call myself a werewolf, considering I couldn’t shif
