"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

　　A blistering cold wind blows in from the North as we approach the outskirts of Lycan City. Wrapping my coat tightly around my ever growing belly I try to maintain some type of warmth on this cold night. All I can think about as we approach the Wolf’s Den is the defeated look on Grace’s face as I stared at her through Lilith’s eyes. Off in the distance I can see a cloaked figure waiting in the darkness and I know that she is waiting for me. Holding up my hands, I gesture for those that are walking behind me to stop but none of them do. Taking a deep sigh I place a barrier between the cloaked figure and the group of hunters and lycan warriors.


　　Stepping through the barrier I turn back to Erebus who is banging against the invisible barrier trying to break through. “Let me through, Ella,” he yells threatening.


　　“No,” I say in no more than a whisper. “This fight is mine and mine alone.”


CHAPTER 80