The Beast And The Blessed

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 71

Seventy-One: Natalie

Natalie’s P.O.V.

It was a mad dash to get ready. Killian had been planning on meeting them at the door without me, telling them I was still sleeping as the sun hadn’t risen yet, but it felt rude to do so when we were asking for their help.

I slipped on a dress and pulled my hair up into a neat bun before I felt comfortable being seen by someone so powerful.

It was hard to keep reminding myself that I was allegedly a descendant of the moon goddess and that I carried magic too. The book Joselin had given me was frustrating, to say the least. What was even worse was that Thomas waited several hours, watching me type the book into a translation software and getting confusing results back before he admitted to knowing and being able to read Latin.

He then spent until dinner, reading the book aloud as he translated it for me. The text focused on how to harness your power source and become one with it so you could bend it to your will.

I felt nothing, and I was almost positive that it was a practical joke Joselin was playing on me. I was even second- guessing whether I was the one who had tripped her with the book or not. There hadn’t been any other magical incidents as far as I was aware, and a small part of me was hoping to keep it that way until I could at least master my wolf form.

Truth be told, for a queen, I felt like a hot mess. There was still no way I would feel confident to be on the battlefield with Killian and make it out alive. I wasn’t even expecting to last five minutes.

I had to keep reminding myself that I had only been here for a couple months, and had my wolf for a week. When I put it into perspective, it didn’t seem so bad. But I did have millions of people of all species watching and counting on me. That pressure would drive anyone mad, and I didn’t know how Killian did it.

His hand was cold in mine, his body tense as we waited. But we didn’t have

gracefully through the gates, a black cloak trailing across the ground with a hood pulled over her head. She had no bags, no

the way that Killian would push down everything and remain void of feeling. It was either nothing or anger from him. The

cold morning air made the atmosphere even more ominous as our guest approached, stopping at the base of the large marble stairs that led to the front

grey nails were the first thing I noticed. They were at least two inches long and came to points like claws as she lifted her hands and pulled

posing for them.

to Killian’s age than I was. Even though

hear about Melinda’s passing, but I trust that you will be more than satisfactory in taking her place.” Killian kept one hand at his side while the other held mine and his jaw twitched with irritation as she raised her hand toward him. She seemed to be expecting him to kiss her knuckles as if he were

not willing to let my mate stop so low as to bow to her even though we did need her help. He

facing me before letting her hand go. She

at her. She turned back to Killian. “It was

emotion in her voice led me to believe that she could care less that Melinda, whoever she was, was

la one of the members of the royal council.” Killian said. When his eyes met mine, I could see the fire burning in them. He was angry at the witch but amused by my antics. That much was clear. I

that I would thoroughly enjoy myself, and so

witch then turned to the servants waiting and snapped at a young man to show

never felt before, but her dismissal of both myself and Killian had me seeing red. I wanted to make her bow to us and choke on the

My hands shook.

and turned to face me