Elena’s POV
King Harvey stands me in front of an aisle in the middle of the forest. To the right and left of me are werewolves, all waiting and watching. I swallow nervously as I remind myself to breathe. King Harvey squeezes my shoulders and whispers to me. “You can do this, Elena. These werewolves are allies and they just want to sense your bravery. You will be fine. Walk like you did at the church.”
“Are you sure?” I breathe. A glance to my left shows a bigger brown wolf, snarling viscously at me, bearing fangs and spit.
I inch closer to King Harvey, who shoos the wolf away.
“You will be fine, I will protect you if anything goes wrong, Elena. The faster you pass, the faster we mate.”
I can see why he is in a hurry, and my fear of these werewolves lead me to begin to step quickly d
