Madison Frost
Sitting at the table, I focused most of my attention on Titus. This was overwhelming, and being around so many people was terrifying. I ignored most of the conversation, trying to picture myself anywhere but here.
When dinner was served, the conversation quieted, and I was even more agitated at the curious glances I was receiving.
“So, princess, has your wolf claimed a mate yet?” Prince Ronan asked from his place beside the king. I looked around my grandparents.
“I don’t understand?”
My grandmother patted my hand. “You are still young, my dear, and there are many young, strong wolves you haven’t met yet.”
“I still don’t understand,” I stammered.
"We still haven't met, my queen," a man I knew as Alpha Tate said. When I was researching the council, I debated approachin
