CHAPTER NINTY-FIVE

We wait all day and through the night, hoping against hope that at least some lycans will heed my impassioned plea to join our forces. But as the first rays of dawn streak the sky, it becomes painfully clear - not a single one has come. 

I won’t lie; the disappointment stings, even though a part of me expected this very outcome. Squaring my shoulders, I push aside the dejection. We can’t linger here any longer.

With Beatrice no longer welcome among them, labeled a traitor, we’ve decided to drop her off at her home in witch territory before continuing to the werewolf kingdom. Once everyone had finished packing, we set off on our journey.

The trip is a miserable one for me. The lingering nausea from yesterday morning has only worsened, and I can’t keep anything down, not even water. Exhausted, I push my seat back and sleep fitfully through most of the ride.

“I can walk; you don’t have to carry me,” I mumble in