Eliza's POV

"Kill us?" I sneered. "You have no power to do such a thing. I know my mates are here. I can feel them." I wagged a finger at Yelda and saw the flicker of uncertainty cross her withered face. She looked at me and threw her head back, laughing loudly, causing her stupid followers to step back in confusion. I saw the way that they exchanged looks and hesitated.

"I am the white wolf; I am the royal Princess. You have no say over me. My father is the king." I continued to spout, ...