NOLA REYNOLDS

I squeezed my eyes shut, raising my hands to shield my face from the slap that never came.

“Huh?” I mumbled, looking back at the blonde woman who was dressed like a geisha Cinderella to see that there was a large hand wrapped around her wrist. A hand that extended from behind me.

“Y-Your H-highness-“ The woman stammered, her eyes widening to oranges in their sockets as she dropped an awkward bow and I watched with bated breath as the workers and maidens in front of us bowed as well.

The heat that shot up my spine was like my back catching fire.

Your Highness?

The Lycan was...