16

I paced up and down in my room restlessly. I felt like a tiger in its cage. The comparison wasn't that far-fetched because I was locked up.

The rest of the walk with Gwen had been nice, but my mind was racing.

My general condition was bad. That damn hunter's weed was driving me crazy and Gwen had just injected me with my daily dose. She had now taken over and I was grateful for that. The woman who usually did this was a werewolf. The only one of this species that was allowed near me. Otherwise, they kept things away from me.

The next point was the stupid king. He was my main problem and a constant tenant in my head.

The last thing you could list was homesickness. I missed my old life and sorely. Most of all my best friend. I may not have had a good time with my uncle and cousin, but other than that I missed pretty much everything.

My life had been cruelly taken away from me. I had big plans and they had been chopped up.

In all of this, I was unsure who I was most angry at. I was a can