Chapter 55

Royals POV

After being sent away by the one I loved, the one I left everything for, I walked away slowly, holding my locket, "Mom, Dad, please forgive me and save me," I cried.

Lost in my thoughts, I failed to notice the faint rustling in the underbrush nearby. Suddenly, a low growl filled the air, sending a chill down my spine. I turned, only to be met with a group of snarling, feral wolves emerging from the shadows. Their eyes glinted with a savage hunger, their bared fangs dripping with anticipation.

Fear gripped me tightly, the realization dawning upon me that I was vulnerable and alone, marked not only as a traitor but also as a witch. Rumors of my bloodline had spread, whispers of magic and unheard power. The rogue wolves had caught wind of my witchy scent and they saw me as a threat, a target to be eliminated.

I stumbled backward, my heart pounding in my chest. There was no time to dwell on the pain of banishment or the betrayal of the pack. Survival became my sole focus, eve