Amelia
Ava waits a beat after Prince Owen stops intimidating her before she pops back up on all fours. She shakes the grass and leaves off her fur, then looks up to her mate, waiting.
He motions with his head for her to follow, and they take off into the forest. Ava follows him closely while I lag behind.
Even with all my training, I can barely keep up. No human could.
Prince Owen stops every so often to wait for me. Ava slows to wait for him impatiently.
Otherwise, Ava’s moving through the forest, snapping the necks of various humans who aren’t me. Her wolf growls and howls, and I inch closer to the prince nervously.
It feels cruel to keep me near them while they hunt my kind. How am I supposed to feel about the one who protects me while he leads the slaughter of my people for s
