"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

　　Helplessly I hold my Little Vixen in my arms and watch as the lesions spread from her hands, up her arms, and onto her rest of her body. Her sweet scent of vanilla is being overpowered by the smell of rotting flesh. Her face is almost unrecognizable as the blisters mar her beautiful face. Her eyes flutter open and shut as she tries to regain consciousness. I have never felt more helpless in my whole life. Not even when my father was being murdered by Hunters right before my eyes. A giant tear falls from my eyes and lands on Ella’s beautiful face. I am losing her. I can feel the bond between us begin to weaken.


CHAPTER 62