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

　　I expect to run out of air as I approach the moon. At least, that is what we are taught in school. Space and the moon don't have an atmosphere; there is no air to breathe. I should be suffocating, but I am not. I try to understand the science behind it, but I quickly realize there is no science. It is magic. I am only here because Selene allows it. At any moment, she could revoke that privilege.


　　I land close to her, and my wings float awkwardly behind me. Now would be a terrible time for me to fall over because I don't know how to control them. I am trying to look capable, not like a klutz. I tuck my wings behind me and hold them close, but Selene snickers at me.


　　"Still unable to control your wings, Little One," she taunts.


　　"We need to talk," I say, ignoring her jab.


　　"Macy," Selene cocks her head to the side. "You did not come here to talk to me."


　　"You need to return the moon," I ignore her again. "To both realms."


CHAPTER 77 Battle for the Moon