"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

　　My arms stretch out to my sides and the feel of empty cold sheets meet my hands.? Sitting up in the bed I pout at the spot that is usually taken up by my Dark God.? He rarely leaves without saying goodbye.? Flopping back on my pillow I try to choke down the nerves that are building in my body.? Tonight is the night of the Winter Solstice Ball.? Tonight is the night that Erebus has decided to introduce me to his pack, to the city as his mate and Luna.? My mind is swirling with what ifs.? What if the lycans don’t accept me?? What if they notice that I bear Erebus’s mark, but he doesn’t bear mine?? Should I mark him before the ceremony?? Do we mark each other during the ceremory?? What exactly is customary in lycan ceremonies??


CHAPTER 49