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

　　"Macy," Mom calls out into the darkness. "Macy, I can't find you."


　　I can hear her voice, but I don't know where she is. It feels like millions of trees are standing in my way. They are so close together that I can't squeeze through to find her. I sprint up and down the tree line, looking for a way in.


　　Finally, I stop running and press my face between two tree trunks. ''Mom. I can't find a way in."


　　Her sobs are loud. It is like she is just out of reach. I try to squeeze my shoulders through the trees, but my wings won't allow it. They are flapping wildly behind me. It is like they have a mind of their own.


　　"Mom," I shout. "I am going to find another way in. Stay right there."


　　"No," she calls back. "You have to go."


　　"Don't be silly," I cry. "I'm not leaving without you."


CHAPTER 81 The Fire