It has been quite an eventful day. I discovered that my father is still alive. My grandmother was a witch and she hid his existence from me my entire life. I died when I was a baby, yet somehow, I am still here. My mother was the Kings mate, and he named a city after her. And if that’s not enough, there’s a bunch of Rogue wolves after me. Besides the Hunters of course. And then there’s the issue with my mate.
I can’t stop wondering about him and Isabella. I know I shouldn’t care. I know it is none of my business, but suddenly I understand why he was so bothered by me and Cillian. He didn’t know the whole story, he just knew that he liked me. And he hated it.
So here I am, alone in my room, thinking about Nathaniel. I like his wolf. I like the dark fur with its brown hue. Almost black
