Chapter Fifty-Three

Wrapped in a thick wool coat that prevented the suffocating cold draft from touching her skin, Angelique was ushered out of the small hut by a troubled Cora, while Odette was briskly walking three steps ahead of them.

To distract herself from the impending danger, she wrung her hands in her lap.

Straight ahead, she looked, her shoulders squared and stiff. She was battling with inner turmoil as sweat was flowing like water down the sides of her face.

"Keep alert, Odette!"

Cora's loud bark envelope the still air, her lips turning pink from the sudden coldness.

Hearing the rotten leaves falling from the trees crushing underneath their feet, Angelique buried further into the warm cloth, her hands protectively falling on her swollen abdomen.

After a few minutes of walking through a small clearing and another safe part of the Forest, Angelique breathed in and out before voicing her curiosity about the Lycan King's whereabouts.

“Where is his royal highness?”