Dane
Ten years ago.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked nervous. My blue eyes were filled with regret and guilt. My jet-black hair which was combed neatly by one of the maids in the room glittered in the fluorescent light of the chandelier that hung above us.
I stared at my hands and they were trembling. The flashes of the deaths of the Royal family of the Silvermoon pack came back to me. My heart was thumping hard against my chest in fright. I looked at my reflection in the mirror once more and the question struck me.
What is happening to me? What have I done?
From a distance, I could hear the music coming from the ballroom. There was a ball going on, a ball that I was supposed to be part of. But I couldn't pull myself together. What I had done barely five years ago
