Chapter Eighty Two

NOLA

“However damning your statement was Nola of the wolf Village, I do not think you would have had it in you to kill the Lycan King.” The orange-haired coyote harrumphed, the muscle ticking under her eye vanishing as she stood over me.

”I do not believe you have enough brain cells for that Nola, and I said so myself too at the hearing, but Merida wouldn't hear the end of it! Convinced herself it's you the one,” Edna needled, appearing lost in thought for a moment as she scratched at the ruddy square of her jaw, before her pebble-like, settled on me again.

“Ugh!” I groaned, pressing my hand to my chest, feeling the thump of my heart heat up the spaces between my ribs as stars broke in my vision again, before the maid servant’s sneering face came into view.

Think Farthing child think!

The council was quick to respond when Kalden and I made it through the gates, if I didn't know better I'd have thought they were waiting for us! So why didn't they send search teams out to get the King?