My favorite class was werewolf history. And not just because I needed to learn it to be the next Queen, but because it was a really interesting subject.
Of course, my mother’s name came up a lot in class. The battles that she fought. Her life as a hybrid and how she moved to Alaska in order to save the triplets. Her mates. My fathers. But they ended up saving each other.
And that afternoon we had training. Which I was always good at.
My dad’s made sure of it. And so did my mother. They all wanted me well trained from a young age because they knew that I would be vulnerable to an attack against them. So they did everything they could in order to protect me and to make sure that I could protect myself.
So I was usually our trainer’s assistant. Helping the others with their stances an
