“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
Anais Nin
Out of nowhere, time seemed to still, her skin started to tingle, her heart continued pounding rapidly as her neck suddenly itched.
"Submit!" Katerina growled in an unearthly voice.
A bright, electric, blue light flashed and an unknown force knocked everyone around her to the ground, kneeling before her.
Even her father, King Michael Dimitri Petrova, standing on the balcony was kneeling on the floor.
When she looked to her left, the unknown wolf form was also kneeling with Katerina still holding the heart in her hands. Once bright golden eyes flickere
