BELLA

"Da Ankora is at the door," the guard said, bowing to me.

Even though my stubborn mates hadn't introduced me to those living in the palace, I knew they could tell I was important to them. Why else would they do everything I asked of them if I wasn't?

"Da Ankora? What are you still waiting for? Let him in," I said with a wave of my hands, smiling at the guard, who didn't question my authority. Bowing, he hastened out, like all the legions of hell were after him. Had he been in his werewolf ...