"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 stare down at the massive amounts of paperwork that has piled up on my desk. I have been so consumed with Ella and the actions of the coven, that the day to day pack business has been pushed to the side for far too long. A bright pink sticky note on one of the piles catches my eye. Picking up the pile I stare at the note and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips.


　　This is as much as I could finish before you caught me out of bed.


　　Looking at the pile she completed, I notice it is the expenses for the funerals for those that were found outside of the gates.


CHAPTER 66