In the past few weeks, I had seen surprising things, things outside the logic I was accustomed to. It was revealed to me that I was a werewolf, that my ancestors were a dryad and a werewolf prince, that my parents were an Alpha and something called Luna, that the man I still sometimes longed for was surely my mate, and that my uncle was a king, holding my other half, a she-wolf, captive in a room in his house. I was actually a princess, and my new employer was a prince who was not human but of an unknown species.
I accepted that, or at least I was still processing it, but a man sleeping in a cave by the sea, with a breeze that seemed to want to pull you into the void, was too much. No. There was no way I was going to accept that without admitting that I was going crazy.
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