Wolfsbane woke up every morning with the same dream; A blue-black SeaWing who was the princess. She walked with such pride. One day, in his dream, she was evil. She tricked the SeaWings to give over their palace. She used an ancient power, to take it over. But, with that power, she lost her soul.

"Breakfast!" He heard his mom call, as she woke him up from the nightmare. "It's mangoes! You'r favorite, Wolfsbane." She called again. He could hear the thumps of his sister's claws, as they ran down the halls to the dining room.

"So," Wolfsbane's father said, walking into his room. "Have any visions?" "No. I told you, the full moons probably didn't work." Wolfsbane lied. He never wanted his father to overload him with all kinds of schools. His father sighed, as he walked out of his room. 

Wolfsbane had a big day today; He was going to meet the heir to the throne today. He was going to meet an animus.