Amelia's Point Of View:
I glide to my throne beside my father's to face the council. I receive several disappointed looks from the Council. The Council is made up of thirteen werewolf elders who advise and serve the King of Werewolves. My father is entering his 50th year of reigning as the King and will continue reigning until I find either my mate or am forced to be married off for politics. As the Council discusses among themselves over something my father has presented, he leans towards me to speak.
"You are late. I expressly ordered Agatha to have you up thirty minutes ago. The meeting started fifteen minutes ago. I cannot let you keep missing meetings with the Council or being late. They will soon begin demanding reprimanding for your tardiness. I don't want to have to resort to using such things, but this has to stop. You are about to take my throne and be the Queen of Werewolves. You must grow up and end the immaturity." he scolds quietly. I hang my head in shame as an embarrassed blush rises to heat my normally pale cheeks. I look up at the Council through my thick lashes.
"I apologize, father, but Mrs. Havensworth has been acting odd lately. More violent and rebellious. I have a bad feeling concerning her father. She went as far as to threaten me in my own chambers." I confess softly. His eyes darken.
"Take my place. I must speak with her at once." My father, William John Michels IV, King of Werewolves, says standing and exiting the Council chambers with a flurry of guards.
"Princess, why has your father decided to leave us so soon?" The eldest Council member, Thomas Burkenshire, says gazing at me for answers. I clear my throat and rise to stand at the podium with a microphone to help project my soft, shy voice.
"My father has heard tale of a possible rebellion and threats against myself and him. He will return shortly, but in the meantime, I wish to bring a request before the Council before you adjourn." I say trying to steady my voice as I look all thirteen of them in their eyes.
"By all means, Princess Amelia." Elder Thomas says flipping a page on his notepad. The others quickly followed suit waiting for me to present my request.
"I wish to as the Queen of the-" I begin when my guard rushes to me.
"We must adjourn the Council and begin evacuation procedures. There is an attack on the kingdom." He says in hushed urgency to me. One group of peoples come to mind when attacks occur, rogues.
"Council, you must adjourn at once and seek safety. The kingdom is under attack. It won't be long until the palace is under attack as well." I say standing straighter looking at the Council.
"We will return immediately following this attack. We will hold a trial for the prisoners of the battle soon after as well." Elder Igre says before the Council disappears into a deep grey mist.
"Come, Princess. I must get you to safety at once." the guard urges.
"What about my father?" I ask fearing for his safety.
"He expressly said that you are top priority when the palace is under attack." he says pulling me along behind him.
"No. I will not leave him. He's my father." I say struggling against his pull.
"You must come. As the only surviving heir of King William John Michels IV and Queen Agatha Amorie Leneatte Michels, you are the sole heiress to the throne. Your father is the best fighter the kingdom has." he says tugging harder before just putting me over his shoulder and running. He runs out of the palace and into the woods on the South end of the palace. He doesn't stop running until we are off of the Royal Pack's land and onto the land of another pack.
"Who was it leading the attack?" I ask hoping against hope that it wasn't the army of the Queen of Rogues.
"Rogues, but none like the Queen of Rogues has. That is where we must go to investigate the attack at once." my guard, whose name I have forgotten as I have had little use for it or him since he began to stand by my side but a few years ago. "My name is Lethe." he says reading through the mindlink that all Royals have with the Royal guard.
"Thank you Lethe, but it might be in our best interest if we shift and run. It will get us across the rugged country faster than simply running at our, almost, human speed." I say ready to stop bouncing against his muscular shoulder. For a simple side guard, Lethe is firmly built. I hear him chuckle and realize he's reading through the link again. Brown slightly shaggy hair and blue eyes cold enough to freeze one's soul, Lethe could simply look at someone and they would back as far away as they possibly could. He nods firmly and shifts not worrying about his clothing. He picks up his sword in his mouth and waits for me to shift. I shift into my pristine white wolf with black designs on my head that look almost like a sort of crown to represent that I am a royal. His wolf is a brindle color and bears many scars. 'I wonder how he got those. He isn't much older than I am and he came to me when I was twelve. At that time he was but sixteen.' I think to myself. My thoughts stop like my heart does as the howls of unfamiliar wolves are belted out only twelve yards behind us. We dart off running trying to find ways to double back and mask our scent to confuse those who are chasing us. We don't stop running until darkness claims our exhausted bodies just outside an onyx colored palace. The palace of the Queen of Rogues . . .
