The first thing Azraiel notices about the wolf is the red eyes staring right back at him. His heart skips a beat when he notices the colour of the thick fur on the wolf’s body.
BLACK
Black as in…royal…royal…which means a direct descendant of the Royals…
But…
The Royal family died 23 years ago…
How could…
Charlotte…is a Royal…
The King’s daughter?
Or another mutation as a result of the tragedy that happened to the Black Onyx Pack?
When he is able to take his eyes off her, he notices that the other wolves are on their knees, bowing their heads to the black wolf.
Azraiel is confused as hell right now. If she is indeed a royal, then he should bow down…but if…
Well…he thinks to himself…here goes nothing.
He steps forward and gets on his knees to bow down to her.
He has no idea right now if she is indeed a royalty but he knows that that right there is his Queen, his mate and he has no freaking problem bowing down to her.
