Chapter 11: Walking Into a New World
Thelma Zane’s POV:
Two weeks had passed since my ordeal, and I was finally back on my feet, fully recovered. The speed of my recovery was astonishing, even to me. I had my unique physiology to thank for it. If I were still human, I’d probably have a grave prepared by now.
The changes in my body had grown increasingly evident, marking my transition into adulthood. At eighteen, my wolf was awakening, a process that both frightened and thrilled me. It explained why my injuries, sustained from jumping off a cliff, hadn’t been fatal and why I’d healed in such a short time.
This transformation was a constant reminder that I was no longer the ordinary human I’d thought I was for most of my life. Discovering my identity as a werewolf had been an overwhelming revelation. I often wondered how should navigate this new reality. Yet, no matter how uncertain I felt, life pressed forward, and so did I.
I rarely allowed myself to dwell on Benard’s rejection that night. My eighteenth year was far too significant to waste on heartbreak. This was a time of preparation–of stepping into my new reality as a werewolf.
Thankfully, my parents had been a steady presence, guiding me through this turbulent time My mother, especially, seemed determined to equip me with every bit of knowledge and support I could need. She treated me like I was a child again, ensuring I had everything to succeed. Though I was technically an adult, I didn’t protest her attentions. In truth, I cherished these moments. They were opportunities to make up for the lost time.
My parents had cleared their schedules to spend as much time with me as possible. Even the palace staff seemed busier than they were. It was endearing to see my usually stern father crack smiles so often. I secretly hoped to catch a glimpse of how he commanded respect in public.
Since I had already completed my high school education, I wasn’t burdened by lessons or assignments. Instead, my mother and I spent hours reading books, sharing stories of the past, and delving into the royal etiquette I needed to master.
Surprisingly, I excelled in these etiquette lessons. My mother often praised my progress, attributing it to my Lycan heritage. “You learn faster than most,” she’d say with a proud
smile.
Though I sometimes doubted the truth of her compliments, they filled me with joy. Her encouragement meant the world to me.
When the day finally came for me to leave my room, I felt an excitement akin to freedom. Weeks confined to one space had been torturous, almost as tedious as memorizing the royal
codes of conduct.
Chapter 11 Walking into a Trew World
My mother accompanied me on my first stroll through the palace. The grandeur of the place. didn’t disappoint. The ceilings soared high above, their curved arches adorned with golden details. Heavy dark–red curtains framed massive windows, and the furniture was a testament to exquisite craftsmanship. Everywhere I turned, there were elegant decorations: vibrant vases filled with colorful flowers and intricate tapestries that told stories of our lineage.
The palac
palace buzzed with activity. Servants and officials moved purposefully, their faces lighting up with respect when they saw my mother and me. They paused to bow deeply, and I resisted urge to gasp or grin like a child. As a princess, I had to maintain composure. There was no room for foolish displays of emotion.
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Once I’d explored the palace, our stroll extended beyond its walls to the streets of the pack’s territory. The bustling streets were filled with life, and the townsfolk greeted my parents with warm smiles and bows of respect. Their enthusiasm spoke volumes about the love and admiration they held for my parents.
For now, my identity remained a closely guarded secret. Aside from a select few within the palace, no one knew who I was. This precaution was necessary. My parents had explained the potential dangers: I was still too weak to protect myself, and there were those who might, exploit my existence to challenge my father’s rule.
“Your training will begin soon,” my mother informed me gently as we walked. “We’ve already arranged for an excellent teacher to guide you. Becoming an heir to the throne isn’t easy.”
“She’s right,” my father chimed in, ruffling my hair affectionately. “And it’s even harder when you’re a girl.”
“Why?” I asked, frowning. “Girls can be just as capable as boys.”
“They absolutely can,” my father agreed, a glint of determination in his eyes. “But there will always be those who refuse to see it. That’s why you need to prove them wrong. Show them your strength. Make them regret underestimating you.
His words sparked a fire within me. I clenched my fists, silently vowing to become someone one could belittle. I was done feeling inferior. I would rise above every challenge and earn- my place as Queen Regent.
My parents, unaware of the fierce resolve brewing within me, continued their lighthearted banter. My mother sighed contentedly. “It’s been so long since we’ve felt this relaxed and happy,” she repíarked.
“That’s because of our treasure,” my father said, taking my hand as if it were the most precious thing in the world. “She’s destined to become one of the greatest rulers in history greater even than me.”
My mother rolled her eyes playfully. “Don’t inflate her ego too much. And stop giving yourself grand titles.”
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Grinning mischievously, my father pulled her close and kissed her deeply. “You know you love me for it.”
Caught in the awkward position of being the third wheel, I slowed my steps to give them. privacy. They didn’t seem to notice. Hand in hand, they settled on a bench, lost in their own.
world.
My father waved me off with a teasing grin, his gesture resembling someone shooing away a stray dog. “Go on, Thelma. Explore. Don’t let us old folks hold you back.”
I smiled despite myself. Watching their playful dynamic reminded me of how deeply they loved each other. It was the kind of bond I could only hope to experience someday. For now, though, I had more pressing matters to focus on
As I wandered ahead, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything that had brought me to this moment. My life had changed in ways I never could have imagined. Yet, with my parents‘ unwavering support and my newfound determination, I felt ready to face whatever lay ahead.” This was just the beginning of my journey.
Chanti 12 The Amivate Sr Aldrich
