Royal Revelation

Carefully, Roxana rises to her feet, slips off the white nightgown that reaches her ankles, and turns her back to me. She doesn't have tattoos like mine, but she does bear the same slanted Z-shaped mark branded between her shoulder blades.

"You have the same mark I do."

"I do. My father's mother fled Norway when the last clan of terrible wolves was wiped out by the Order of Iron, a group of supern