NARRATOR

"I really don’t know how you convinced me to do this," the brunette huffed, staring through the carriage’s small window. The sunset landscape blurred past, thanks to the vigorous gallop of the horses.

"Lavi, don’t be mean! If you don’t come with me, you know how Dad is—he’d never let me come alone!" Another girl leaned against her shoulder, batting her beautiful, seductive blue eyes playfully.

"Because Dad knows you’re a troublemaker, Amara! And now look at the mess you’ve dragged me into!" Lavinia shook her off, grabbing her younger sister by the shoulders to make her look at her.

"Little sister" only in age—Lavinia was about ten years older, but that was the only way Amara Everhart could be considered "smaller."

She had inherited her father’s striking blue eyes and heroic boldness. Her long brown hair matched Lavinia’s and their mother’s.

Physically, she was practically the same size as her father and lycan brother, with generous curves and a striking figure. Compared to he