Solange Daye

"You can't reject them. They are royals." 
"That is not a law," I cross my arms over my chest. "As soon as they acknowledge the bond between us, I will reject them." 
Mom takes another swig of the drink in her hand. "You can't. You are special." 
"Nyx doesn't make me special," I hiss. "She makes me weird." 
'I heard that,' Nyx replies from the other side of the room. 

***
For as long as Macy can remember, Nyx has been in her mind or by her side. Unlike other werewolves, Macy was gifted at birth with an ancient wolf who has lived many lives.
It is both a blessing and a curse.
Nyx being in her life has made it difficult for her to fit in, and she has remained an outcast.
To top it off, a damning prophecy hangs over Macy's head. Either she tames her mates, the Royal Twins, or death and destruction will come to pass. There is only one problem. She hates them, and they hate her. Years of torment and being called Crazy Macy has driven a wedge between them that cannot be removed or repaired. 
Macy isn't the only one with problems. The Royal Twins are keeping secrets of their own and are trying to find a way to find others like them. Little do they know, they need Macy as much as she needs them. 
With the world at stake, the three of them will need to put their differences behind them.

The Royal Twins and the Unforgiving Princess

　　The moon is gone, and the werewolves are suffering.


　　The civil war among the werewolves has been catastrophic. Losses on both sides have been significant, but my appearance has turned the odds in our favor.


　　I have killed anyone who dares to support the Moon Goddess. I don't offer anyone mercy, much to Destin's dismay. He is worried about what my actions will do to Macy, but I like to think she would be pleased with our progress.


　　I did not plan on Selene snatching the moon from the sky in anger. She wanted to punish her warriors for their failure to kill me, but she has only wounded both sides. Only the strong can still shift. The rest run into battle with weapons of silver. When the battles are over, bodies litter the ground with burns covering their skin. It is a gruesome sight, but I enjoy it. Death is the only real promise in this world.


CHAPTER 74 My Pet