Nina “A wolf?” he asked, shooting me a quizzical look. “I sent a bird shifter as a spy. Not a wolf.” The moment my father dropped that revelation on me, it felt as though the world was tilting beneath my feet. I thought back to the intense chase Luke and I had had earlier, the way the wolf seeme
Nina I looked back and forth between my mother and my brother, feeling the weight of their hands in mine. “You’re joking,” my father said, sounding just as incredulous as I felt at that moment. “You’re staying here? Why?” “Because she’s my daughter,” my mother said, narrowing her eyes. “Blood
Nina The kitchen was filled with the aroma of spices and the sound of sizzling as my mother and I cooked dinner together. Tyler and Enzo had retired to the other room to play a video game on the TV, and every so often the sounds of their excited voices floated through. Normally, Enzo would have co
But amidst the joy, I felt a need for solitude, a longing for a quiet moment all to myself. The mention of Tiffany kept swirling around in my mind, and I longed to talk to her. One crisp morning, I decided to take a walk, seeking the solace of the outdoors. Enzo was off with the rest of the pack d
Nina The little red bird transformed right in front of me. A moment later, a young woman with long red hair and striking green eyes stood in the clearing now, and my shock was palpable. She appeared no older than me, rubbing her arm where I had grabbed her, a mix of irritation and pain on her face
Nina After Daphne’s swift departure, I stood alone in the forest clearing, the whisper of leaves and distant birdcalls my only companions. The realization that she knew more than she was letting on about the yellow-eyed wolf weighed heavily on me. Her help could be instrumental in figuring out w
Not me, though. I didn’t want that. It wasn’t… me. “Mom,” I said softly then, blinking away the tears that threatened to come at the mention of my sister, “what if… what if I don’t want to be the princess?” My mom blinked at me, taken aback. “What do you mean?” “I mean… I don’t know if I’m cut
Nina Enzo and I huddled under the glow of our living room lamp, trying to figure out how the hell we were going to find and talk to this elusive bird shifter, Daphne. Daphne had revealed that she had been watching us for long enough to know all about the yellow-eyed wolf, and something told me t