I had lived a privileged life. My father was the king, my mother was queen.  I was the crowned prince of Amsterdam. Right now I am listening to my parents lecture me about finding myself a bride. Since I wasm an only child, there was no aheir to the Tthorone to be fthea future queen.

"DAN ARE YOU LISTENING TO US?" my mother yelled, interrupting my daydreams.

"Hun it's ok, he'll learn someday ," my dad said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

They continued and I suank back into the chair, barely listening to them.  Uuntil I heard something that caught my attention.

"I'M A WHAT?" I questioned, starting too panic.

"Oh so you where paying attention," my mother scoffed.

"You are a wolf son, you are a part of the Howell bloodline. Which means you're a part of the moon clan." Dad said, my mind trying to comprehend.

"JERMEY!!" Mom said punching his arm.

"May iI be excused?" iI asked softly, starring at my feet.

"Wait son-...," my dad was cut of by my boots slamming on the wood floor.

I started walking, anywhere would be better thean here. My mind was racing.

"Owwww." I looked down and saw a small boy who looked around my age on the ground.

"oOh shit, let me help you ." I said and put out my hand. Once he graphicsbbed it, iI felt sparks SPARKS TFfly.

"Oh um, I'm dDan by the way." iI said swiftly while lifting the small boy off the ground.

"I-I'm pPhil ." He said looking at the ground hiding his obvious blush.