Venessa’s POV
The Lycan Kingdom was magnificent.
I had never seen anything like it in my life. Its grandeur pressed in from every side, from the towering structures to the effortless authority carried by those who lived within its walls. I couldn’t help but think of my mother how small and out of place she must have felt when she first arrived here to serve as their healer.
I wondered, not for the first time, what crime she had committed to deserve the fate she’d been handed.
I looked like them dark hair, dark eyes, features that blended seamlessly with theirs yet I felt inferior all the same. They regarded me with respect, but it did nothing to quiet the unease curling in my chest.
The women were strikingly beautiful, the men impossibly handsome.
And still, none of them compared to
