[Irene Miles’ POV]
Prince Zane was clumsy and completely disoriented. He clung onto me and could hardly stand on his own. “Prince, are you ok? Are you tired from today’s rescue?” I asked. He did over exert himself.
“It’s the moon. Its light is making me dizzy. I promised I would control my wolf for you, but the moon is too much for me to bear…” he said, panting. We stumbled to the bed. He flopped on the bed. His clothes were a mess. His face was not much different, only the redness on his cheeks, but his faint groans and his breaths carried the pain he was going through to me. I had never shifted into a wolf, so I had no clue how one felt during the transition. But I knew the moon that we worshipped became our enemy on the full moon night. I closed the windows and pulled the curtains to
