I hadn’t made the wrong decision, I made this choice to protect the Royals and the pack. I was the heir, I had no wolf to defend them with and I could barely defend myself so this was my way to take charge. To show them that I cared, that I was capable, and despite the fact that I could never protect them in battle, I could protect them this way.
”Hey, have you seen the queen?” I asked one of the chefs in the kitchen.
”I think she’s in the main library with the king, princess,” The chef said. I groaned from being called princess again.
I walked through the hallway and practiced what I would say. But something told me that the truth would just blurt out the second I saw them.
Oh god, what had I just done?
It was the right decision, it was to protect them and keep everyone safe. It was the right choice...
I knew it was but why was I having this nauseating feeling that I had just fucked up big-time.