Princess of Wolves
The day that changed my life, was the day I was running from it all. I had chosen to follow and steal from the Royal Guards. But I had too, I didn't have choice, and I was chosen to protect the Prince of Royal Wolves. He just didn't know it. Also, my name is Breanna King. I am an elven-werewolf, the Princess of the Ancient Pack of Wolves.
My plan of following them turned to the worst when I was trying to steal a horse. Because I was tired of running on my feet, and if I shifted into my wolf form. They would know I was following them. Of course they had seen me, and they were now yelling at me.
"Thief!!" I could smell their horrible Royal scent coming off them in waves. Anger was the most over powering of all the emotions, running off them. Looking back, I saw the closest one was the Prince. My had explained to me, when I was younger. That I was to be married to him. But I don't want that to happen, to I decided to protect him instead. By going on the mission, I would hope to make him dislike me.
I really do not care for marriage at the moment. I've always wanted this sense of adventure and that is only want I want. Wanting to live my life to the fullest. I flicked the reins of my horse, making the mare go a little faster. Blazing down the road, back to where I set up camp. Suddenly, I was tackled from the mare. Catching the smell of another wolf...
And this is just the beginning of my adventure...
Second book is King of Wolves