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on my race’s future now? Now we are finally free, I can’t just abandon them. And the love and acceptance I feel here and now, there’s no reason I can’t take these lessons I’ve learned and recreate what I long for in my own family. There’s nothing to say I have to endure a loveless mating or fulfill my duty to the detriment of my heart. And while I might not be able to claim the one I now love as my own, the possibility remains another could wait for me, one I can trust to rule at my side.
    I thank Syd silently for the truths she’s taught me as I drift away from the group and head for the edge of the lawn, ready to act despite the pain in my chest.
    I pause at the hedgerow, looking back over the party. I’ve dreaded this moment, but now my heart is lighter. My magic reaches for Syd, only to find her gone. I’m sad I don’t get to say goodbye, but it’s not as if either of us need those words or that moment together. I know I’ll see her again soon.
    My magic hums to the heartbeat of my wolf and I let it out to stretch. It’s grown well, though I still sense part of it is cut off from me. Syd seems to think the Black Souls used stolen demon magic to create the werewolves, tying wolf spirits to human. And because I’m not part demon, she suggested it’s for that reason I don’t have full access.
    My wolf whines, sad about the whole thing, but recovering quickly, practical in the way of wolves. I wish at times I could speak to her, as Syd does to her alter egos, but, like the wolf pack at home, the best I get from her are impressions, feelings, scents. One thing I know she agrees with, it’s time to grow up and be Princess Sharlotta Moreau and let Charlotte Girard go.
    Only one last thing to do before I can move on. I slip into the park and head for the dojo, Sage’s handsome face in my mind. He’s the last reason I’ve held back from committing to my future and that of my people. I’ve managed to keep my affair with him quiet. Foremost to protect him from my grandfather’s wrath. If he knew I’d been seeing a normal… not that such things are illegal for werewolves, but I am the heir to the throne and have spent the last five years resisting my place. Oleksander would surely blame Sage for that hesitance and I wouldn’t put it past the king of the weres to take action against my lover if he thought it might be an issue in the future.
    But, I’ve also kept Sage from Syd. She would never judge, but this way I don’t have to endure her sympathy. It will be easier to cut ties and say goodbye without questions and sorrow from more than just my love. But that doesn’t mean this is going to be easy.
    The dojo is only a few blocks from Syd’s house and I’m almost there, wrapped in my thoughts, in what I’m going to tell him, when my wolf growls and I come to a halt. This time, I know I’m not imagining things. The same pressure on the back of my neck, the same dark feeling of being observed, draws a snarl from my lips. I spin in place, glaring into the night, toward the source.
    Show yourself . I push my mental voice outward in a swipe of claw-like magic. Someone flinches from the attack, melting into the dark. I almost go after my watcher, an odd feeling stirring in my gut as my wolf sniffs the air, distressed by what she senses. But whoever it is has fled and my wolf settles, as though nothing happened.
    Could it be my grandfather sending weres to keep track of me? Anger burns, smothered behind my mask of control. That means he knows about Sage. But if he does, why has he never said anything before? It’s not like Oleksander to stay quiet if something is upsetting him. Regardless, we will have a sharp conversation when I return home. For now, the lurker has left and I have a goodbye to complete.
    I turn with a heavy heart and a prickling sense of nerves toward the dojo, ready—or thinking I’m ready—to say goodbye to the true and beautiful love I have in my heart.
     
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