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Chapter 50. Remorseful or Not

Hunnie Inzotta

My nose twitches and I sniff the air, smelling a faint smell of The King from behind me. Which I automatically knew was Kris sleeping, but then his scent was much more stronger from underneath me.

The King must be asleep in his chambers below us.

My feet began moving on its own, taking me down a few flights of stairs. My stomach consuming the acid from hunger. My body shivering down each step as the halls were very cold tonight. I had no idea why I was even pursuing my hunger and not waiting til morning.

I could still hear the small croaks in my head sobbing away.

That couldn't of been Bahm....

The Demon-Wolf King that murdered his children, doesn't cry!

The beast that forced me to drink wolfsbane, would never cry!

The being

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