--Triana--

"Don't stay out too late Triana," her mother called from the bedroom.

"I won't mom, I just need to look at the moon for awhile. It's so beautiful when it's full." Triana called back. She walked out and shut the door behind her. Her mother would never really understand her obsession with the moon and neither would her father. They weren't wolves. They were just two kind people who took in a little orphan girl after her parents were burned at the stake.

The villagers had come in during the middle of the night and took her mother and father, leaving her brothers and herself alone. They had hidden in one of the back rooms, in a closet. The next morning, villagers came back to the house and discovered them. Triana had been seven. There she was, snuggling close to her older brother, Wolf, when two giant men came barging in. Wolf took Ewan and told Triana to run. Being seven, she did exactly as she was told. She ran until it was nearly impossible for her to run anymore. She collapsed under a large oak tree on the outskirts of Kissing Town.

She looked up and the moon and sighed. "Wolf," she howled, "Where are you?" She had heard something about him saving the nine kingdoms, but he had never come looking for her, and she hadn't heard any mention of Ewan since the day she left. She sat on a bench and whimpered. Suddenly she looked up. Someone was watching her! A man slowly stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

"I couldn't sleep, but you're making it worse." He smiled softly. It was dark, but Triana could clearly see that he was quite handsome. His blonde hair was mussed from sleep and his blue eyes glittered in the moonlight. He looked incredibly familiar, but Triana couldn't make the connection.

"Terribly sorry," she muttered.

"Oh, no. It's ok," he said quickly, "I was just wondering who you were calling to." Triana shook her head.

"My brother, Wolf. We were separated when I was seven."

"How awful." He said. Triana nodded."

"I miss him so much, and sometimes I wonder if I'll ever see him again." The man sat beside her on the bench.

"I'm sure you will." He said. He put his hand on top of hers and squeezed it reassuringly. Triana shook her head. What in the world was going on? This man, who she didn't even know, found it necessary to comfort her, and she was accepting it whole-heartedly. She silently scolded herself for being so needy.

"Your majesty? Are you out there?" An old man called from across the street.

"Yes Max." The man she was talking to called back. "Over here." Triana froze. Majesty? A King? The older man walked out to where they were with a slight frown on his face.

"Wendell, really, you should tell someone before you go running off in the middle of the night."

"Wendell?" Triana gasped. The man nodded and turned back to the old man.

"I'll be back in a minute. I have some business to attend to first." The old man nodded and walked off, obviously disapproving of Wendell's decision. Wendell shrugged him off. He'd get over it. Besides, Wendell was King, and he could do whatever he wanted. Especially when it pertained to his love life. He looked back at Triana and smiled. "All right, now that you know my name, what's yours?" Triana blushed. The fact that a king would be even remotely interested in her baffled her.

"My name is Triana." She muttered softly.

"Triana." He said, "What a pretty name-for a pretty girl. Triana, you're hurt, I could hear it in your howl. Let me help." His last sentence came out in barely a whisper. She wasn't sure how to answer that. Wendell took a deep breath. "Marry me, please, let me help." Triana laughed.

"Marry you?" her eyes flashed green. "Yes," she whispered. She leaned forward and they kissed. It was long and slow, as if they were getting to know each other through that kiss. "Huff Puff, I've found my Prince Charming." She said. Tears fell down her face. "If only Wolf were here." Wendell smiled.

"My darling, he will be at the wedding." She gasped.

"You know where he is?"

"Of course my darling. He's one of the four who saved the nine kingdoms." Triana smiled.

"Oh how I wish I could have seen that. M y brother, the hero. He always was my hero." Wendell nodded.

"Yes, he is very much a hero." Then he yawned. "I'm off to bed. Goodnight Love." He said. Se smiled.

"Sweet dreams." Wendell got up and walked to his room across the street. Triana slept that night, content for the first time in years.

The next morning, Triana awoke and looked out her window. Wendell's carriage was gone. Her heart sank. Se got dressed and ran into the kitchen. Max was sitting at the table, drinking coffee. "Lady Triana, Wendell left this morning for the palace. I'm to help you pack and bring you there." Triana smiled.

"I believe I can pack myself. Give me a few minutes." She hurried back to her room. She picked up a bag and put only her favorite clothes in it. She had to pack light. As she put the last item in her bag, she sighed. She was alone in Kissing Town, but not for much longer.