Evelyn
Today was supposed to be celebratory. I suppose it still will be in its own way, but there’s a weight around the Royal City and the palace now.
Three days after Christmas, Alexander and I cross the bridge connecting the palace to the city as planned. Alexander steps up onto the dais at the end of it, a crowd surrounding us similar to the one five days ago when he announced the new laws meant to end lycans hunting down werewolves.
This time though, there are many more guards surrounding us. And Alexander’s speech has been dramatically changed since the fireworks that set the palace on fire on Christmas night.
“Thank you for joining us again today,” Alexander says to the lycans in the crowd. There are a few werewolves, too, mostly with their faces hooded. I had been hoping that mo
