Page 49 of Princess Redeemed

I see it in his swirling eyes.

Rogan’s in pain.I want to help, but what can I do?We need to get out of here, and I don’t know any other way.Besides, he’d have to change anyway since he has no clothes.

He finally stands, regal and beautiful, in wolf form.He cocks his head slightly at me.I wrap my arms around him and hang on for dear life.

And…nothing.

“Concentrate, Rogan,” I say.

He lets out a low growl.

“Easy…” I caress his soft fur as I inhale his lusty wolf scent.

I’m tempted to sink my teeth into his flesh and take more blood, but he needs his strength to get us the hell out of here and back to the real world, where we can begin our quest to unite our people.

For our child’s sake.

For our son’s sake.

It’s a boy.As I stroke Rogan’s wolf pelt, I feel it again, without a doubt.

I’m carrying a little boy.

The thought empowers me, and?—

We’re moving.

Moving through the fog and water until?—

We land with awhomp.Rogan’s wolf body breaks my fall, but worry consumes me.He’s been injured so often, and his body is probably still weak.Plus I took his blood, and it was a huge effort for him to change.

When the blur of our travel clears, I expect to see his penthouse in The London.

Instead, we’re in the ether.In the midst of what should be the raging war.

Instead, there’s scorched earth, shattered windows, and the stench of decay.My heart aches as we witness the ruin left in the wake of battle, and the lives lost to its insatiable hunger for destruction.

This is what the feud between our people has done.

Instead of salivating at the aroma of blood, I’m nauseated at the sheer loss.

When I look back at Rogan, he’s a man again, naked and vulnerable.He stands and brushes off his arms and legs.

“You okay?”I ask.

“Better than I expected,” he says.“You were right.When I’m in animal form, my instincts kick in.I can get here.”

“Why here?”I asked.“Why not home?”

“This is where my intuition brought us.”

“I don’t understand.Is it over?”

“I don’t know,” he murmurs, gesturing.“But this is the result of war, Hannah.Look at it.Sear it into your memory so you never forget.”

I swallow hard, the weight of grief and anger settling in my chest like a boulder.“We have to end this, Rogan.I can’t let our child live in this world.I won’t let him grow up and be forced to choose between his two families.”

He wraps an arm around me, offering comfort and strength.“We will, princess.We will.”