Amelia
I thought that sitting in the prince’s tent for two days would feel suffocating. As it turns out, the rest was for the better. After a blood transfusion and healing from infection that first day of the Hunting Ceremony, my body was drained.
Still, it’s nice to walk around in the fresh air, to move my body, to feel the breeze on my arms. It would be nicer if I weren’t surrounded by every noble werewolf in the country, but I’m learning to take what I can get in this new life outside the orphanage.
I’m disappointed that Prince Owen insisted I come with him to the banquet. I’m not inclined to spend any more time with these beasts who have tried to kill me at every opportunity.
I don’t hate his arm around me though, or the glares he gives werewolves who stare at me too long. If no
