Valerie pov.
I read my book about wolves. Shapeshifters. Not werewolves. Why do people call shapeshifters werewolves? It's unfair and degrading. I sigh while sitting up. Deciding to walk into the outer areas of the court. I head out of the wall of thorns and off into the night. I walked too far. I can't find my way back until dawn. Seeing the flicker of light in an abandoned rundown apartment building, I tentatively head over. Knocking on the door, I hear a clatter followed by a startled shout. "Dammit!" It was a woman. The door was opened and the woman growled. "What do you want Princess?!" She asked me angrilly. "Please. I just want a place to rest for the night. I went for a wonder and now it's too dangerous to be out without weapons" I answer gently. She sighs and allows me in. "Thankyou" I state greatfully. "Don't expect me to make you anything" She snaps. I nod my head. Looking at her hair, sparks a memory. Reminding me of my actual hair colour. I normally use glamour to hide it, but she has the same hair as me... "Who are you?" I ask softly, allowing my glamour to fade away and reveal identical hair to the woman before me. She turns to me, her eyes wide.