#Chapter 15: A Gift

Hannah I whirled around at the sound of the voice, meeting the sharp gaze of a beautiful woman across the room. She had silver hair that was coiled neatly into a plait around her head, on top of which sat a delicate golden crown that matched her shimmering golden gown. Her eyes were the color of honey but sharp as daggers as she met my gaze, and despite her slightly hunched spine from age, she had a regal appearance about her. As she strode across the room, a servant girl scurried along at her elbow, although it seemed she didn’t need to lean on her for support. This was the queen, I quickly realized; the Queen of Lycans. Neil’s mother. Or apparently not, as I’d just learned. Before I could introduce myself, Hannah stepped in the way. “My Queen,” she said with a graceful curtsy. “You might not want to come closer. This newcomer is wearing perfume smuggled from the Werewolf lands.” The queen’s eyes widened, her weathered hand flying to her ches