"Who are you?" spoke Emery first.

Azrail understood this was a simple question... but was it really? Who was she?

A captain.

A leader.

A killer.

A wolf.

A tribute.

The last phrase realized a flow of memories, and she heard gasps as her eye color melted into blood red. The same color they were in the arena. The last color 13 other kids had seen. She blinked, and her eyes shifted back into the blue shade.
"A tribute." she responded, face emotionless.

(POV CHANGE)

A tribute? The words echoed in my head. I had heard that phrase only once before. From none other than king Dimitar himself.

"Emery?" Terik asked.

"Hail Princess Romhilda."

"What?"

"Now."