Chapter 75 Savior

Third Person’s POV

The iron cage rattled along the rocky road, its wheels groaning in protest. The guards, stoic and watchful, scanned their surroundings with hawk-like eyes. They were in the heart of a desolate wilderness, miles away from civilization, and they knew that their precious cargo was no ordinary one.

Lizzie and Emma, along with other inmates, were shackled and locked up in the cage. The cramped space was making Lizzie angry and furious. If luck had been on her side, she would have burned the whole cage alongside the whole Werewolf race. But because of her d*mned daughter, she was here, suffering.

The day had come when they were to be transported to the remote facility in the unforgiving north, where death awaited them with open arms. As long as the guards could safely p*ss through the treacherous outpost at the canyon entrance, their mission would be considered complete.

But death would have been an easy escape because Lizzie knew being a witch under werewolf prison would