Selene's POV

While I was riding my mother through the streets of the village, every head of the werewolves turned to me like I was some goddess who passed by. I did not regard them at all because they would only give me disgusting grins. Instead, I rolled my eyes and focused on going to the palace.

The palace was so huge, and it was made with pure gray cement. There were torches everywhere, werewolf guards, and training grounds where werewolves train for a possible war. Men are the only ones ...