Chapter One hundred and three

NOLA

I pressed my hands to my temples as the munching and sucking noises grew louder under me, the shouts of battle still echoing faintly in the distance as I let my eyelids fall closed, the weight of exhaustion settling over me.

I must have been crouched for hours, sobbing, sleeping, crying, only jerking awake when the noise of bloodthirsty werewolves killing more innocents in the open streets had me squeezing by eyes shut.

Whatever happened here now, I couldn’t go back to the stone castle, It was already too late for that.

I had to find a way to save the residents. I owed it to Lycan, to Layla, who had followed me out.

She’d trusted me, and I’d let her down. I felt the rack of whimpers shake my shoulders so hard that my hands shook on the arrow as I released it from the quiver, pausing with the bow secured in my hand as I trailed the triangle of the sinewy wolf’s head.

“This is for Layla bitch!” I spat, releasing the arrow with a whistle and watching it with bated breaths as it fork