"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

　　I am watching proudly as my father negotiates with the clan of hunters that have been killing off our kind for more than fifty years.? “You can’t continue to kill innocent wolves and lycans within our city limits,” my father’s voice rings out loudly through the conference hall.? Murmurs of objections fill the hall as the clan debates among themselves.? “We are no longer the creatures that we once were,” my father tries to speak over the murmurs, but it is useless.? “We haven’t turned a human without their consent in more than a thousand years.? Be reasonable.”


CHAPTER 43