I sat there for minutes that felt like hours. My heart stopped racing after a couple of deep breaths, but I was still shaken by the memories I had seen. I could still hear my father’s mournful howl in the distance as it filled the dark room.
Thankfully, neither Elizabeth nor Lucinda woken up by the sound of my crying. I didn’t feel like answering their questions. All I wanted right now was some peace and quiet and to not feel useless and as a burden. My parents had risked their lives to save mine and my friends’ ancestors. But I still couldn’t understand what it meant to be a werewolf, much less the Princess and Future Queen of them.
I wished there was someway I could talk to my parents, to my mother. They would be able to understand what I was feeling now. Especially since I had the w
