Lyanna
My jaw drops as soon as Mother finishes narrating her story.
"Werewolves have always been bloodthirsty and greedy," Irene rolls her eyes, "I'm not surprised a werewolf is the reason for this feud."
"Was Thorne actually killed by king Nelson?" I ask, my heart burning with rage for innocent Sylvara.
"Yes. The king was able to catch him before he ran away."
"Poor Princess Sylvara. She didn't deserve to die like that," Nyelle shakes her head.
"Oh well," I reach for my plate, "How does that story have to do with me?"
"That's why your father strictly forbade you from crossing that wall you dummy. Of course he feared his daughter might pass through the same fate," Irene barks at me.
Mother nods in agreement, "She's right."
I shove a spoonful of chicken soup into my mouth, "Oh boy. It keeps getting worse."
"It does. I have more bad news."
My heart drops to my stomach, the hairs on the back of my neck stand alert.
"What is it?" I swallow nervously.
