Seventy-One: Natalie
Natalie's P.O.V.
It was a mad dash to get ready. Killian had been planning on meeting them at the door without me, telling them I was still sleeping as the sun hadn't risen yet, but it felt rude to do so when we were asking for their help.
I slipped on a dress and pulled my hair up into a neat bun before I felt comfortable being seen by someone so powerful.
It was hard to keep reminding myself that I was allegedly a descendant of the moon goddess and that I carried magic too. The book Joselin had given me was frustrating, to say the least. What was even worse was that Thomas waited several hours, watching me type the book into a translation software and getting confusing results back before he admitted to knowing and being able to read Latin.
He then spent until dinner, reading the book aloud as he translated it for me. The text focused on how to harness your power source and become one with it so you could bend it to your will.
I felt nothing, and I was almost positive that it was a practical joke Joselin was playing on me. I was even second- guessing whether I was the one who had tripped her with the book or not. There hadn't been any other magical incidents as far as I was aware, and a small part of me was hoping to keep it that way until I could at least master my wolf form.
Truth be told, for a queen, I felt like a hot mess. There was still no way I would feel confident to be on the battlefield with Killian and make it out alive. I wasn't even expecting to last five minutes.
I had to keep reminding myself that I had only been here for a couple months, and had my wolf for a week. When I put it into perspective, it didn't seem so bad. But I did have millions of people of all species watching and counting on me. That pressure would drive anyone mad, and I didn't know how Killian did it.
He was a force to be reckoned with, but once we were downstairs, even he seemed on edge. His hand was cold in mine, his body tense as we waited. But we didn't have to wait long.
form moved gracefully through the gates, a black cloak trailing across the ground with a hood pulled over her
remain void of feeling. It
guest approached, stopping at the base of the large
two inches long and came to points like claws as she lifted her hands and pulled down her hood to reveal a
than she was posing for them. The way she walked up each step with her head held high,
the most was that she looked no more than thirty. She had to have been closer to Killian's age than I was. Even though he wore my mark, the way her eyes traveled over him
I am sorry to hear about Melinda's passing, but I trust that you will be more than satisfactory in taking her place.” Killian kept one hand at his side while the other held mine and his jaw twitched with irritation as she raised her
though we did need her help. He was the
hand and pulling it to be facing me before letting her hand go. She dropped it to her side and curled
She said dismissively, and I narrowed my eyes at her. She turned back to Killian. "It was a great loss
of emotion in her voice led me to believe that she could care less
eyes met mine, I could see the fire burning in them. He was angry at the witch but amused by my antics. That much was clear. I wasn't sure if I was
I had the feeling that I would thoroughly
to the servants waiting and
something that I had never felt before, but her dismissal of both myself and Killian had me seeing red. I wanted to make her bow to us and choke on the blasted ring that she had tried to
My hands shook.
witched paused and turned to face me with amusement