XLVIII

When I reappeared in the main living area - fully dressed this time - a woman had joined Kaleb. I had heard he had a chosen mate that was part of Isaac’s inner circle, but as they had stayed back at the royal pack, I hadn’t gotten a chance to meet her. I could only assume that was the woman he was flirting with, anyway.

I had adjusted to the significant size discrepancy between male wolves and my runty self over the years. With women, however, it still threw me off. Maybe it was because my mother had also been a runt, but I had never gotten used to she-wolves towering over me as well. My napoleon complex had apparently come pre-programmed.

When she turned to me, though, deep blue eyes abright with excitement, I couldn’t help but mimic her smile.

“Hi!” she chirped warmly. “You must be Maise.”

Alright, maybe she wasn’t that bad if she supposedly knew I was once the Princess and still used my name. So, I decided I could drop the ‘cross me and I’ll kill you’ defense mechanism and tr