Taylor(princess) pov
He is so dead! Taylor thought to herself recalling the night. Blake, the male wolf, knew it was a great offense to get between mates, punishable by death. His sentence would come later tonight.
She was going stir crazy within the confines of her own room. She danced her mother close by. Opening the door Taylor was soothed by her presence.
"How are you honey?" Her mother asked, but without a word she felt her daughter's anxiety. "I have to find her mom." Taylor replied with a sob.
"I don't know... You will be crossing into others territories. I don't know if I could lose you... After your father..." she looked at her lap, teary eyed.
"Mom I have to find her." this time with a steady look and determination in her eyes.
"You better come home in one piece." she said tears trailing down her face. The she hugged her oldest child. Heir to their territory. And wished her luck.
..............
The white wolf cut through the darkness with relief. Glad to be free of its human cage. Picking up the scent Taylor and her wolf had only one thing in mind.
She was already almost a day behind the shadow of a wolf but Taylor could pick up the scent anywhere. She would need to run twice as fast to make up for lost time.
Soon she was coming to the boarder of the packs territory. She was crossing into dangerous land. Soon she would be in the land of the mad wolf king. Some said he had otherworldly powers and was known for coming up with cruel and unusual punishments for enemies and anyone who crossed him.
Taylor shuttered at the memory of the stories, but put her head down and trekked on.
