The werewolves that were helping clean up the fairy palace saw both Angela and Cladd shift into their wolves. Which on its own was no big deal. It was what they saw that made them consult with the elders that were remaining. Books that had been hidden from Thomas and his prying eyes guards were pulled from their hiding place to be consulted.
Brock the appointed leader of the werewolves stood waiting in the great room for his King and Queen to help him address some concerns that his people were voicing. He stood taller than most but not as tall as Cladd, his neck was scarred from chains that had recently been removed. His straight black hair hung a little in his eyes and formed a frame around his handsome face with a defined jaw line and higher cheek bones. His green eyes were bright
