2. I grin, feeling the wolf's white fur underneath my hands. The moonlight is nice tonight, but it won't be the same tomorrow I note. My eyes travel to the resting beauty on my lap. We survived the hunt.
I was wrong.
The Prince's voice alerted me, along with the cold metal against my neck.
"It's about time you return to the Kingdom, my royal knight."
This wouldn't end well.
Note: this isn't meant to sound like a werewolf story but oh well.
