Yavanna
It was her brother, the future king of the Werewolves.
My heart pounded, and my mind reeled. Everything makes sense now that I know the truth.
It was not natural to like someone as much as I liked Stormee Adalwülf. We, the elves, don't like foreigners, and for some special reason, I couldn't not like her. I could see how most of the staff at the castle smiled at her face and frowned at her back. They were smart enough not to let her or King Aelfred know.
At first, that attitude was a problem, but eventually, people got used to her and started loving her. She earned their love and respect single-handedly.
Everyone but me... I liked her almost instantly, and when she asked me to call her by her first name, I saw her as a sister. Now I know why. She is my sister because of t
