If I had thought my father would let what happened slide, then I had been mistaken.
The palace was in chaos, literally. He kept slamming doors and breaking things, plates, vases. His growl shook the entire palace. I could only imagine how scared the maids and servants were.
I started the count down in my head.
Ten.
I could hear footsteps of a lot of people running. It belonged to the maids and servants working here. They were probably running away for their lives.
Nine.
My father was always angry, and it’s only on rare occasions he gets extremely angry. And this was one of those times.
Eight.
The first time I had witness his extreme anger was when I clocked ten years old. When he found out that I wouldn’t be able to shift because I was more of a human than a werewolf.
Seven.
