Chapter 19 The Photograph

YENA

It had been weeks since I’d drawn anything. Once I started again, I couldn’t stop.

Maybe it wasn’t ideal to be doing schoolwork on our honeymoon. But it felt like Nolan had faith in me. In my talent.

And I wanted to live up to his expectations. Come up with something great that showcased my talent.

I stayed up late every night drawing, drafting designs of the same garments over and over again, tweaking and perfecting them.

We traveled like tourists, making occasional stops on our way across the country to see the sights. The prince made sure we went to all the art galleries and museums. I knew that was for my sake, though he never pointed it out.

Some of the exhibitions we saw were mind-blowing. I had never seen work in these mediums before. It was inspiring.

Looking at paintings, photographs, and installations made by human artists, I suddenly came to understand just how small my world had been before.

The werewolf nation was an older society, with a single dominant culture that