“Are you sure?” Queen Theia asked with a frown as the Medic Gustavo bent to whisper something in her ears. Witchcraft. Someone had used sorcery over Ace – that was the reason why he’d collapsed in her birthday party.
She frowned deeply, her brows furrowing into a neat pattern. Who would dare bring a witch to a werewolf feast? To say she was shaken would be an understatement, but she reigned in her shock with great difficulty.
After she had transformed into her wolf Mia two weeks ago, she felt an inexplicable inner strength which she’d exploited to the fullest. Ten days of relentless training without stopping. Her body, even if stronger was paining with every movement she made, but she wasn’t planning on ceasing her progress.
The more she was being tutored, the better she felt. Her po
