Eleven
Prince Raoul
She was staying.
Not in the most traditional of ways, but she was staying. Crimson allowed me to loop her arm through mine, and then I took her through Castle Lupine. “Each level is determined by rank, and inhabited by families,” I explained as we walked through the halls, “families are packs too, and they all have an Alpha. But a Royal Alpha is different.”
“What makes a Royal Alpha different?” Crimson asked.
“We’re all born with certain powers,” I explained, “we don’t discover what they are until we find our mate. My father, he has telekinesis. My mother, she can change the weather.”
“She can change the weather?” Crimson asked, confused.
“Your Grandmother is a witch, is she not?” I sa
