Cleo
“Well, happy 18th f*****g birthday to me!” I mumble as I strap on a holster containing a nice selection of silver knives. There goes the big party I had planned, there goes the perfect gift from the Moon Goddess of finding my second chance mate, well sort of.
I’m pissed off beyond reason and I’m more than ready to inflict some serious damage onto our enemies, except my family still treats me like a porcelain doll, maintaining their beliefs that I’m to be protected instead of doing any protecting. This is why everyone voted for me to stay behind with Chris, my mother and my father rather than accompany Alexander to the Crescent Moon pack. Alexander and… my mate.
“f**k my life!” I almost yell, but decide on a yelled whisper instead. I’m still a Princess after all. Part of it is to bo
