The Beast And The Blessed

Seventy-One: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

It was a mad dash to get ready. Killian had been planning on meeting them at the door without me, telling them I was still sleeping as the sun hadn't risen yet, but it felt rude to do so when we were asking for their help.

I slipped on a dress and pulled my hair up into a neat bun before I felt comfortable being seen by someone so powerful.

It was hard to keep reminding myself that I was allegedly a descendant of the moon goddess and that I carried magic too. The book Joselin had given me was frustrating, to say the least. What was even worse was that Thomas waited several hours, watching me type the book into a translation software and getting confusing results back before he admitted to knowing and being able to read Latin.

He then spent until dinner, reading the book aloud as he translated it for me. The text focused on how to harness your power source and become one with it so you could bend it to your will.

I felt nothing, and I was almost positive that it was a practical joke Joselin was playing on me. I was even second- guessing whether I was the one who had tripped her with the book or not. There hadn't been any other magical incidents as far as I was aware, and a small part of me was hoping to keep it that way until I could at least master my wolf form.

Truth be told, for a queen, I felt like a hot mess. There was still no way I would feel confident to be on the battlefield with Killian and make it out alive. I wasn't even expecting to last five minutes.

I had to keep reminding myself that I had only been here for a couple months, and had my wolf for a week. When I put it into perspective, it didn't seem so bad. But I did have millions of people of all species watching and counting on me. That pressure would drive anyone mad, and I didn't know how Killian did it.

He was a force to be reckoned with, but once we were downstairs, even he seemed on edge. His hand was cold in mine, his body tense as we waited. But we didn't have to wait long.

ground with a hood pulled over her head. She had no bags,

confusion, doing my best to mimic the way that Killian would push down everything and remain void of feeling. It

at the base of the

to points like claws

was posing for them. The way she walked up each step with her head held high, told me that

the most was that she looked no more than thirty. She had to have been closer to Killian's age than I was. Even though he wore my mark, the way her eyes traveled over him made my

will be more than satisfactory in taking her place.” Killian kept one hand at his side while the other held mine and his jaw twitched with irritation as she raised her hand toward him. She seemed to be expecting him

low as to bow to her even though we did need her help. He was the king, and I had the feeling

ring,” I said, grabbing her hand and pulling it to be facing me before letting her hand go. She dropped it to her side and curled her lip at me, her eyes

my eyes at her. She turned back

her voice led me to believe that she could care less that Melinda, whoever she

the royal council." Killian said. When his eyes met mine, I could see the fire burning in them.

way, I had the feeling that I would

anger rose as the witch then turned to the servants waiting and snapped at a young man to

of both myself and Killian had me seeing red. I

My hands shook.

to face me with amusement in her