The forest calls me, the swiftness of my paws over the dead leaves carrying me into the dark. I pant out my anger into the fresh air while with each step my resolve deepens. I am no princess, no potential queen. I am a failure and meant only to follow where others lead. But I can't step back and take a supporting role just yet.

I have to save Sage first, and then face the consequences of my actions.

The white wolf appears, running ...