Minerva’s perspective”
When I saw Andor, a rush of memories flooded my mind, reminding me that I had done something I regretted, but my heart belonged to someone else. When I was thirteen, I met the prince of the south, and we'd sneak out to see each other whenever we could. My aunt was a pack member in his royal kingdom, so I'd begged my parents to let me stay with her during the summers. Jessup and I hated being apart, and sometimes we even imagined that we could be mates.
Jessup's fun-loving nature always warmed my heart, as we swung across the river on tire swings and ran through the forest, listening to the sound of leaves crunching beneath our feet. Many nights were spent at the top of the castle, gazing at the stars, and testing each other's knowledge of Greek and Roman gods. Whe
