Aitana's POV
Of course, the guards didn't believe me when I said my name.
The moment the words "Aitana Silva" left my lips, their spears crossed before me, the steel tips glinting in the morning sun. The older one—a grizzled wolf with a scar running through his eyebrow—snorted.
"Nice try, girl. The lost princess has been dead for years."
I tilted my head, letting the sunlight catch my golden eyes. I knew there must be a record somewhere of what I must look like. If they look closely, they will see my eyes and my scar, something I'm sure was recorded.
They know I'm not dead, otherwise they wouldn't be looking for me and causing car wrecks.
The guard watched me closely and paled once he confirmed my appearance. I knew he still had to go inside and inform them there was a visitor, so
