Fiona's POV
The day I turned fifteen, Celia and I were walking hand in hand through the market paths with our coats over our heads to conceal our identity, as we weren't meant to be there. I could remember that day as it sparked a yearning within me; a yearning for a soulmate.
There was a man telling the usual fables, but the fable he told that day was different. It was about a princess kidnapped by a dragon who fell for her later on. I had listened with rapt attention, daring myself to dream of a mate other than a wolf, envisaging a memorable future with a soulmate that'd surpass the males of oral fairy tales, and I had patiently waited for that day to come.
That day did come, and the days that followed led to me being chained in a dusty cell with woven spider webs and light spilling t
