Amelia
Only one other wolf appears after that first silver one on my run back to the tent. Prince Owen barks at it once, twice, before it quickly peels away in another direction.
I tumble into our tent, legs shaking from the pace and distance. I probably could have slowed down once I knew the prince was with me, but I wasn’t sure how far he’d be willing to go to protect me. I wasn’t sure how far his royal influence would hold if he was outnumbered.
Prince Owen shifts back into human form before he slaps the tent flap open to storm in behind me. He stares me down, the frustration evident on his face.
I hate that he’s already blaming me for this. I hate that he probably won’t believe this was all his mate’s doing. Again.
I hate that I have no leverage here.
The prince closes his ey
