"I was born to be extraordinary, meant to be a powerful force among all creatures.  

Born to three hybrid werewolves I should have been more powerful, more magical than any creature on this earth.  
But I am not. 
My wolf’s fur is silver, but I do not possess any of the abilities of a silver wolf.  
My witch heritage should have been enough for my powers to manifest naturally but they did not.  

I am nothing more than ordinary.  
An ordinary disappointment to family.  

I am a wolf with no abilities and a human with a smart mouth that gets me into nothing but trouble.  
Instead of continuing to disappoint my family I ran, and unknowingly, I ran right into the arms of my mate.

Rogue Princess

　　The sound of snow crunching outside of the shed catches my attention.  Quietly I move one of the tables up against the shed doors and I slip back into the darkness.  Someone pushes against the doors of the shed with a grunt and the table inches away from the door slightly.  Backing up farther, my back hits one of the tables and I instinctively duck under and pull the sheet down over the top.  I hear the table scratch against the floor once more and I hold my breath, trying not to make any noise.  A sudden gust of wind circles the shed, ripping it apart piece by piece.  The witches have found me, and I am defenseless.


CHAPTER 17