A ROYAL INTERRUPTION

The man held his blade to my throat and I could hardly breathe.

I had seen him only once in my entire life.

Back home in the moonlight pack, he had been one of my father's most prized assassins.

I had been only about seven years old and scrubbing the library floors when my father himself had come in.

I had gone to quickly hide because even though I was doing my duties, I knew that my father did not like seeing me.

A man almost like a shadow appeared.

He had rich olive skin and his eyes I could remember when of hazel colors.

He was dressed in pieces of clothes, like something a desert wolf would wear.

"Have you been discreet?" My father had asked.

There was no one else in the room.

The spy nodded.

All through the conversation I hadn't seen him talk. Only bow or shake his head.

His entire being had scared me.