***Wolf’s POV***
It was getting warm as the late afternoon sun shone through the branches of Wizard's Forest. I had called for Isiandor, and it wouldn't be long now before he met up with me. I was starting to get angry again, thinking about anyone who came too close to me, would my family in Amondiy be next? Is that why I refused to be their princess? No, I reminded myself I refused because I was a wandering killer, with an ugly past, and a bloodlust to rival a blood elf. I had no desire to pretend to be anything else at this point.
Suddenly, I was smashed to the ground by several bodies, some smaller than others, the larger scrambling to their feet quickly as they apologized. Before me stood five young men that all looked alike except one had eyes like mine, another younger boy, and two
