Emira followed the two princes hesitantly as the heavy doors opened. She didn't know why but she had a feeling that she was not supposed to be here.
Hesitantly, she looked about at the vast room as she followed in and noticed a few dark faced elders sitting in gilded seats. Hurriedly she looked away as she felt their stared turn to look at her. At this moment, she almost wished she could disappear. Because despite all the assurances from Prince Zen, she felt the disdain directed from the elders towards her.
Just as she turned her head to focus her stare on Prince Zen's back, when he shifted and she was able to get a first look at the Crown Prince of the Werewolves and the alpha of the Stormhold Pack.
For a heartbeat, Emira could not breathe. The three of them were identical in face, the same strong features and tall frame, yet it was impossible to confuse them.
