Chapter 43

Ella's POV

I was almost in tears as I strode through the passage, heading out of the royal packhouse, a place where I was born and bred. A place that I once called home and found peace and love.

My eyes were already wet as I fought back my tears, wondering how things changed so fast.

The people I called my family were my worst enemies, who hated me so much that it appeared so unrealistic. I had been missing for two days, and my father had already arranged a meeting to discuss a celebration.

My death was a celebration and great news to them all because their dumb heads thought I was a demon spy. They see me as a curse, not knowing that I have their lives on my palm. Whether this pack exists or not lies in my palm.

Those two days, I had met face to face with the godmother of the werewolves. The moon goddess had taken me into the spirit realm, right in the heart of the moon, far away from earth. A place that had no sorrow or trace of pain. It was like a paradise where everyone would die