Us. I was a Lycan now, wasn’t I? By title, at least; I was the Princess of the Lycans. The bride of Prince Isaac Thorne.
Each day, the Werewolf kingdom felt further and further away from me, like that strait had doubled in size. I wondered if my mother would be happy; she loved the Lycans, after all. I liked to think that she would be thrilled to find that her daughter had grown to care for them just as much.
The flight took about three hours, and by the second hour, the rhythm of the engine had lulled me into a drowsy state. Without meaning to, I found myself leaning against Isaac’s shoulder, my eyes growing heavy.
I must have dozed off completely, because the next thing I knew, Isaac was gently shaking me awake.
“We’re here, Sleeping Beauty.”
I blinked, disoriented,
