The Werewolf Queen's Daughter

Julian was the first I had spotted. His hair was sticking up in every direction, red rimmed his eyes. There was a feel of desperation around him, as if he had lost all hope of the future. But he had heard the boom within the walls, if the sword in his hand was any indication. Running a hand over his face, Julian stepped towards me and I wanted nothing more than to embrace him, but we had fought so violently and there were enemies inside our halls."We need to get Caspian and Mikaela out. I have sent the Valkyrie to get the kids, but told them not to go near Katharine.""This is what I wanted to prevent, Luciana. You have to understand.""What I understand is that you have given up on her, but I never will, because she never gave up on me," I replied and grabbed another sword from the c

Last night left a fog over my mind. Richard and I had consumed more alcohol than was necessary, but it was well worth it. After the incident with the rogue wolf, people tried their best to steer clear of me. No one came too close or even looked at me in an offending manner. We had enjoyed our night thoroughly and with copious amounts of mischievous glee. But that was last night. Today, I was someone else entirely. A princess and not a witch. Curtains fluttered open as staff members swooped into my room, leaving me wide awake. Some hurried into my wardrobe whilst another walked towards me with a bed tray. I could smell the bacon and eggs Benedict. This was how every morning went since mother had concluded my training with the Valkyrie. Although today was my last test. I had to best her. The looming dread grew stronger as I stretched in bed and smiled at my maid. After years of not having

Miranda stepped back and watched me closely, her eyes taking in every detail. The old hag looked to be in her late thirties, with dirty blonde hair and a few mean grey hairs. Yet I knew better. She was well over 400 years old. Sanity still in check. Late afternoon sun washed in from my open curtains, warming my back as Miranda prodded and poked my sides. She was looking for something she wouldn't find. There was never a physical sign that I was going over the edge. Everything was in my mind and it fucking sucked.Although Miranda's magic was more nature based than my own, I had no other choice but to accept her tutelage. The elements and plants were her domain, even brewing shoddy potions with whatever herbs were on hand. But all the knowledge she had gathered over the last four-hundred year could be applied to all types of magic. Mine included. My powers surpassed hers by far, yet my pa

Gladice woke me up at exactly five. Her grey hair was pulled back into a bun, her eyes stern as she took in my mess for hair. The dinner my parents had arranged would start in an hour, just enough time to make myself presentable. With another look my way, Gladice sauntered into my walk-in closet and quickly came back out with a modest, but beautiful, olive green cocktail dress.The dinner was supposed to be the demarcation of the start of my coming out ceremony. After today, I knew dad would want to postpone the coming out ball, but mom would press for it now more than ever. I was ready to face the world, not as a warrior but as a princess. I had lived in the shadows far too long and claiming my title after years of learning how to handle myself, it almost felt like my prize.Shuffling to the end of my bed, I let my feet dangle over the edge. My hair fell around my face, tangles clear as crystal. Gladice arranged my jewelry and diadem on the dressing table, a brush and

Katharine's Point of ViewSomehow the dinner had come and gone without a hiccup. Or someone decapitated and on the floor. Even my parents had behaved themselves, although I had heard them fighting in the hall later on. Julian had apologized, or that was what I had gathered, seeing as mother and Caspian had gone back to their shared room with father. Trouble in paradise, if only I was a fly on that wall.Gladice had woken me up, as usual, with my breakfast. Bacon, eggs and toast. The aroma wafted into my nose and I dug in. The old woman sauntered into my closet, picking a rather beautiful pale yellow sundress for me. I lifted my eyebrow, but she simply set it on the end of the bed."Your mother said that you have to dress nicely. You are meeting with the designers of your dress today and first impressions matter." Gladice explained and shuffled to my dresser, placing silver shoes beside it."If I had known there was so much more to plannin