Amelia's Point Of View:
We rush to the car as soon as I regain consciousness. I wanted to run all the way there, but Lethe refused to allow me to leave his side and he felt the responsibility to protect the Queen and I both together.
We arrive a little after midnight and I run straight to my father's bed chambers where he lay looking as if death has already taken him. "Father, please. Don't leave me." I beg holding his clammy hand. He squeezes mine gently.
"Listen closely . . ." He says weakly. I stand as close as possible trying to ignore is gory wounds. "Your mother . . . was with another man before me. She had two daughters the day I met her . . . You are one of those two. You are a twin. Find her . . . Rule together as one . . . Like the Moon Goddess wanted you to. But, for your pure line to rule . . . You must bare a child before her or your line will never rule again. . . . Mark my words, she is a double heiress." He says shakily. Tears fill my eyes. I have a sister? Not just a sister, but a twin?
Grace's Point Of View:
I hover near the door to the King's chambers. I overhear that my little mate has a twin sister. I think back to my first mate who looked similar to her who I'd met shortly after my first shift at age ten and after hers at age eight. Korinna . . . I rejected her on the spot because she is not who I could see myself ruling with. She was hurt badly enough by my rejection that she'd had her father seal away her wolf and she went to live with the only woman she'd known as a mother. I have never heard from her or about her since. I freeze instantly. The prophecy will be fulfilled after all . . .
Amelia's Point Of View:
As soon as my father's heart stopped beating, I received a scroll of summons from the Council asking that I be at the packhouse of the North American Royal Family to discuss the steps going into the future coronation of the next Queen of All Werewolves. Within a couple of hours, I am boarding a private jet with Lethe to guard me and Grace for moral support.
"Amelia, wake up. We're landing." Grace says shaking my shoulder gently. I groan and shake my head trying to clear my groggy head. Sure enough, we are landing at the Seattle Air Port.
"It's so plain and dreary." I grumble as Lethe stands to help me deboard the plane. Once again, we are tucked away in a car towards Port Michigan, Washington.
