Book 4: Chapter 16

Maia

I draw figure eights in the water with my feet while I’m deep in thought. If Damon is telling the truth about werewolves, why is there going to be a war? Villages have been told stories that aren’t true! Would the war still happen if humans knew wolves are kind? Will I have to help defend moon crest valley? What happens to all the innocent people like Vivian and her children?

A very broad, bulky man with black, dirty, scruffy hair appears in front of the trees. He is bigger than Damon, at least half a foot taller. He has brown eyes and doesn’t look very friendly. I stand up, face him, focus and summon fireballs in my hands.

“You’re definitely the forest princess with those flames and those violet eyes,” He says with a husky voice.

“Don’t come any closer, or I will hurt you!” I yell.

“No need to yell. I’m not here to hurt you. I’m here to talk,” He says, sitting down on a rock near the waterfall

I close my hands, extinguishing the flame