"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

　　“What do you mean she has no powers,” I ask in confusion. “She is a Silver Wolf.”


　　“Being a Silver Wolf was not enough to grant her powers from Selene,” Grace says simply. “She is simply a wolf with a silver coat. Nothing more, nothing less.”


　　“But then why did she run?” I still don’t understand what is going on.


　　Grace shakes her head at me and walks back over to her knitting. “That I cannot tell you,” she said looping the yarn over the needle. “Only she knows why she ran. Even if we knew the answer we would never understand.” She doesn’t look up from her knitting, she continues to loop the yarn over the needle counting stitches as she goes. “Interesting,” she says cryptically. “You have not marked my granddaughter as your own.”


　　“How…” I begin then I remember what Grace is. “You are an oracle. Aren’t you? The one from the story that foretold Ella’s birth.”


Chapter 32