Maisie
I paused, confused. "Then you should've sought audience with the Lycan Queen. Not me."
"There is only one queen in this realm, and I am staring at her," he answered.
"I'm not--"
"Your denial of it doesn't make it any less true. Run from it if you can, but responsibilities have a way of finding you, especially when you have no interest in them." He froze the tea and then, steamed it. "The old world is dying. Our lifespans are growing shorter the more it deteriorates. Such is the Goddess's curse. I have lost too many of my kin. I fear in the next century or two, our children and their children will perish, too. And there will be nothing left."
He lifted his gaze to mine. "You see, I am in a bit of a fix, sweetling. I have tried for several years to find a way to... migrate. A world safe enough to house us. But I have failed, every time. The courts are rallying. They are angry. Desperate. I fear if I return with no hope for the future, I will not live to see the next sun."
