The Promised Werewolf

Sylvia was the ruler of Ironhold, the first werewolf to hold the crown, which was ironic, seeing as theirs was a nation that had always warred with the packs to the north. Her birth had changed that, brought a lull in the fighting, even with the mysteries that surrounded her existence.

She didn't know who fathered her. Her mother had disappeared for a time, returned with a werewolf child in her arms, and if her grandfather hadn't been so merciful, Sylvia doubted she would have survived long. Doubted she would end up being the man's heir, and assume the throne after he passed.

Even now, it was the memory of her grandfather, and the fact most didn't know what would happen if she stopped being queen, if the Crow pack would start hounding their lands once again, that allowed her to remain as ruler.

Sylvia couldn't say she wasn't curious about her past, but she had a responsibility to her people, spent her time making sure they were ruled well. And resisting Margaret's advances, though those were becoming quite hard to shake off. The other blonde was gorgeous, and she seemed to be the only person in the entire kingdom who wasn't afraid of her. Sylvia felt she could almost fall in love with the other woman just for that.

There was something calling her to the Gleaming Forest however, a pull that was hard to ignore, and Sylvia knew sooner or later she would have to embroil herself in those woods and find what drew her there, and perhaps the truth about her origins.

Dettagli