Holy s**t. It was a marriage proposal for me. And not just any proposal. It had been decided I was to marry Prince Wolfson, who is now the King of our kind. Twenty years ago our lands were still fighting the East, where King Wolfson was tired of the bloodshed and wanted peace in the realm. While most hated the idea of a King ruling their packs and territories, others, like my father, wanted that peace as well.
I had met King Andrew. He was a kind and gentle man, who was nothing like his father, who had started the war in the first place and died in battle just a year prior. While King Tristan was a tyrant and cruel, Andrew was raised by his mother, who wanted nothing but a good and promising future king for her people.
As soon as Andrew ascended the throne he started peace treaties thro
