"Black Hearts Are Not Born Black, They Are Burned."
Amber glanced up, clouds were moving in, just as they had yesterday afternoon. They reminded her of the idyllic time spent with Darach. Which made bitterness churn inside her.
She doesn't want to ask him why was he treating her like this anymore. Because Amber knew his reasonings already.
Amber knew his intentions. . .
The King of beasts wanted to bound her but he didn't know that Amber can't be bound, not even by the Goddess.
Today she has to make a choice, the same choice that every lycan in her Queendom had made.
She had to choose between love and respect just like others but Amber wasn't any regular person, she was a Queen and Darach had hurt her pride.
She had to choose betw
