59. Sacrificial Scapegoat

AMANISA’S POV

“I can’t give up the throne.”

That was the first thought I had after the healer left. Mother Healer used to be someone I knew and if she was still the same person, I believed she should have known that I was back in the realm.

Davina had delivered the message of Mother Healer, a female Healer that was considered the leader of all healers. And to be clear, healers were all females. Every one of them. Even if a healer should give birth to a male Lycan, that child wouldn't have the gift of a healer.

Healers are the moon goddess's special creatures… the goddess’s friends.

“I really can't give up the throne, Arla…”

I whined again, taking my mind off the house of healers. I belonged with them and I knew that Davina must have sensed that. Who was I kidding? That healer would have definitely known that I was the long-lost princess. There was no way she would have missed that.

She just didn't talk about it.

“I should apologize for yelling about you earlier, Amanisa. Also,