Kat POV
Dinner was a disaster.
From the first second that I sat down beside my uncle at the dinner table, until the moment I returned to my room, things just did not go well. And as much as my uncle tried to guide me, I could see that he was getting frustrated with the fact that I didn’t know much about formal dining, the political issues facing the werewolves or about the different ranks within the Royal Pack.
And then my mother showed up.
“Princess Anka,” the man who sat opposite me stood and bowed to her before he offered her his seat, only to have it turned down with a snort as the woman chose to sit at the foot of the table, as far away from Uncle Mattias as she could get.
“I’m glad you could finally join us, Anka,” my uncle said in a disapproving voice. “I trust that you have al
