Freya
As the moon hung high in the sky, and with my chores all done, I decided to go to the garden to gather more supplies. Prince Damien had come to me earlier in the day after the queen summoned me with yet another wound from practice— this time a cut on his eyebrow—And it was a fairly gnarly gash. Causing me to use up a bunch of my stock since there was no doubt in my mind he would definitely need it.
I took the herbs inside and began washing them at the kitchen sink overlooking the garden when I heard his horrific roar from outside. At first, I thought it might be a wild animal, and then I heard it again, this time louder. Closer.
More monstrous than any cat I’d ever heard.
What the hell? I asked myself as I tried to get a peek out the window, and jumped when I heard the high p
