Aneela
Damien didn’t come for her the next morning. The person who opened the door of her locked room was that woman, Nadya, the head of the pets. She looked airier than the previous time Aneela saw her, that blonde hair of hers lifted in the most perfect and complex hairstyle one could think of. Large diamond earrings hung from her delicate ears, swinging with every step she made, drawing Aneela’s gaze towards her.
The woman moved fluidly around. She seemed confident, calm, and beautiful, and Aneela was unable to suppress the sting of jealousy she felt. Nadya looked more than comfortable in her skin, while Aneela, even during her time as the princess of all werewolves never felt like this. Aneela never had the chance to express herself or own anything she particularly like. She wasn’t
