Laura Angel POV

Luther and his mother, Selene, help me dress. I am a mess. I can barely stand, and the faires are on their way here to see their queen. Me, the queen, the concept does not seem like something I should be dealing with right now. I should be trying to fit in with Luther and his pack, not trying to figure out what to do with a fairy tribe.

"I feel sick, Luther," I say. I lean over on him.

"You will be fine, and you can do this. You have to be strong and brave for your people. I will be with you," Luther says.

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