It was only a few hours later when my eyes opened to a new day. The sun had barely risen and a number of duties that I had today started to filter through my mind; brief a group of werewolves, attend a Council meeting, get in touch with my men in Alaska, attempt to finish the mountain of paperwork... My refocused on the empty space next to me, seemingly untouched.
Has it all been a dream?
My fingers traced my neck, the tips of them feeling the fresh mark that made me the King’s.
I let out a sigh. If someone had told me ten years ago where I could be, what I would be, I would have laughed in their face. A slave. A bloody, bone thin slave girl with the only hope and dream being of my own swift death…
Things have changed.
Things have turned bright in my otherwise dark life.
It was as i
