A half-dozen guards, armored in silver scale that shimmered with each movement, formed a protective half-circle around his carriage. One of them dismounted, a tall woman with braided white hair and narrowed eyes.
"She's barefoot, bloodied. No markings. She could be a shadowborn," she said coolly.
"I'm not a shadow born or whatever." I croaked. "I'm a full werewolves that was deceived by the king. I came through the portal. He killed the Moon Goddess. I tried to stop him but—he tricked me. The fragments... I thought I was saving her. I wasn't. I need to go back home somehow and fix all the damage I did in my ignorance. Please I'm begging you to please help me."
There was complete silence.
The prince's expression didn't change. But I saw his fingers tighten slightly on the edge of the window.
"You're a werewolf?" he repeated, voice flat. "You claim to be half human and half wolf?"
