Lyra’s POV
“Tomorrow?” I echoed, reeling from the shock. “Why so soon? I barely know anything! This has just been an introduction—most of what I know about werewolves comes from books.”
“You claimed to be a princess,” he said, arching a brow with that irritating smirk. “Shouldn’t this be second nature to you?”
“I am a princess,” I replied sharply. “But my education was about leadership, not... whatever this is.”
His smirk deepened into a full-blown grin. “Then think of this as another form of ruling.”
I scowled. “This is insane, Dimitri. I can’t do it. You’re asking the impossible.”
“You said you wanted to protect your family,” he responded, his voice suddenly cold and sharp.
“Yes, but not like this,” I said, my voice rising. “I don’t even know the full plan. What if I slip up? Wha
