"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

　　Bursts of air whip in and around the circle of flames.? Each burst causing the flames to shoot up into the air farther.? Ella stands in the center of the circle holding her arms out to her sides commanding the two elements of fire and air.? Grace is pushed closer and closer to the center of the circle by the ever growing flames behind her.? Ella is not someone that I recognize at the moment.? Her glowing emerald eyes and the careless look upon her face is terrifying.? I don’t dare step between them because I do not yet know what Ella is capable of.?


　　“I asked why you suppressed my powers for so long,” Ella yells above the roaring flames.? Standing in the center of the fire with nothing on and her hair whipping around her face, as the bursts of air break through the flames, she looks like the most powerful force in the world.


CHAPTER 57