CHAPTER 35 ALIVE

Whispers and gossips circulating thought the Werewolf empire sang the warrior song of the rogue princess, her valor, courage and extreme loyalty were praiseworthy just as much as is her radiance in all its glory. The mortal realm rejoiced when their dead banished prince returned and so did their hope of the most compassionate and honored ruler who would govern them with an iron fist. But when the kingdom is bustling, drowned in happiness and nothing but gratitude towards her, Medusa had been exceptionally silent, in farthest corner of the old werewolf castle. The library is ancient with sacred text, myths, novels and subjective books covering it's aisle. The yellow pages told the tale of the history of wars and Kings that the books have encountered and still remain alive while they became deceased. Medusa sat beside the huge French windows watching the sun settling as the sky became a canvas of blue splotches tinted with red and honey gold and faint twinkling stars sprinkled across