CALEB'S POV
I sat by the royal chair, sipping wine while I gazed at the moon… slowly counting down to the full moon.
The royal hall was filled with peasants and high officials, yet they couldn’t even celebrate properly for their king. I groaned in exasperation as their pitiful looks glanced at me, it made my blood boil.
“Sing! Dance! I order you all!” I yelled. “This is a celebration with your handsome king.”
Lola stood beside John and whispered something into his ear. She tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and he smiled shyly.
What a fool.
He handed her a little glass bottle that glowed with a pink substance.
I knew she was up to something devious, as usual. She had every poison and potion in the kingdom. For a werewolf, that meant she stole from witches.
The doors burs
