Chapter 18 Khordon

• Clara
• Prince Legiere spun around and shifted into his werewolf form. The two at his heels did the same. He did not wait for me as his paws flew over the darkened grass and sandy pathways. I looked back at Prince Griffin and thought of Hazel. But already, Prince Legiere was a single dot in the distance. If I didn’t follow him, he would be far out of my sight.
• I was torn between two existences: to stay in a doomed pack with an Alpha who despised me or to finally find my freedom in some unknown pack further to the south.