Raven's POV
I’ve been here for almost a month, and I’m nothing more than a glorified prisoner.
I can walk around the palace, but I’m never alone, guards tail me like shadows, watching my every move. No matter how far I go, there’s no real freedom.
And Kelvin won’t let me leave that bastard.
I never asked to be his queen, never wanted anything to do with him. But he doesn’t care. In his eyes, I belong to him. And he’s made it very clear: if I step out of line, he’ll kill me without hesitation.
But what unsettles me the most isn’t Kelvin.
It’s the creatures; well, I guess Kelvin isn’t exactly a werewolf.
I’ve seen things here that shouldn’t exist. Things that can’t be werewolves. Shadows that move without a source. Pale figures with elongated limbs gliding through the forest.
And o
