The past few days I have learned so much about myself. I was sitting outside at a small table drinking coffee, reflecting on the last few months. I was a scared, heartbroken "human" who had no hope. I was thought of being wolfless, but in reality, I was not only a Lycan but a Royal Lycan. I went from being a rejected wolfless human wanting to end it all to one of the most powerful people in our world. I was a Queen with hidden talents, blessed beyond belief from our Moon Goddess. My cousin, Miranda, would also be powerful if she accepted Brent and became a Lycan. She would be strong and powerful.
I sipped my coffee, listening to the birds, mentally preparing myself for today. Today was the trial of Dexter. He was guilty, we all knew it, and the voting on his sentence would be a landslide
