RowenaThe first thing I noticed was the aching—no, searing—pain in my head. Next, I felt the same pain lower, in my ankle this time. In fact, my whole body hurt, but I was still too far away from consciousness to groan.Then, I heard the voices: two voices, in fact. My father and Eric. They filtered in through the haze of my unconscious state, tethering me back to the real world once again.&n
Rowena“Here we are.”I stared apprehensively out the window as Eric pulled into the handicap spot at camp, rather than his usual parking space. My stomach twisted into knots at the thought of everyone seeing me hobble around on crutches.The pitying stares, the snide comments from Heather’s crew&mda
RowenaNorthern Princess Still Missing After Sixteen Years - The Whole Story Intrigued, I clicked on the article. A moment later, I was directed to a random news site—nothing out of the ordinary. At first, in fact, I almost clicked away; but when I read the first line, I couldn’t help but be intrigued.
RowenaI blinked up at Eric, his words taking a moment to fully register. A date? Did he really just suggest taking me out on… a date?“A date?” I began hesitantly. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea…”His expression fell slightly at my words. “Why not? I thou
RowenaEric seemed to tense up at my question, an unreadable expression flickering across his face. For a long moment he was silent, almost like he was debating something internally.“The scar on my shoulder?” he asked finally, an odd amount of hesitance lacing his tone. “Why do you want to see that old thing?”
Rowena“Rowena, have you been tested for Wolf’s Fury?”I let out an involuntary scoff at Emma’s words. “Wolf’s Fury?” I asked. “What makes you think I could have that?”She shrugged and leaned back in her chair, albeit still keeping her voice low so as not to be ov
Rowena“Take it easy.” Eric’s strong arm easily looped around my waist, steadying me before I could stumble from our sudden impact. He smirked down at me, his blue eyes catching the warm sunlight streaming in from overhead.“What are you doing out here?” he asked, glancing past me. “Visiting the combat manager’s office?”
RowenaThe gymnasium erupted with excited cheers as the first friendly match kicked off. I leaned forward eagerly, gripping the edge of my seat as two contestants—one wearing white, the other in our camp’s navy blue color—began circling one another on the mat.Beside me, I felt Emma tense up. I glanced over to see her gripping the edge of the bench, her mouth set in a hard line and a determined look in her eyes. But she wasn’t looking at our warrior in navy blue.