CHAPTER THIRTY

As Turstin rode alongside Amelia, he began to think, if his father had bought the story of Sorren being sick, or why they decided to go out themselves to get the medicine. Turstin couldn't help to think that perhaps his father was rather consumed by the excitement of his evening stroll. The walk has become an important part of his life. After all, it gives him the satisfaction that his wife is by his side whenever he goes around places they use to walk together, sometimes you hear him laughing and chatting with the wind.

Turstin knew that his strong father whose name brings fear to everyone that isn’t a werewolf and makes the werewolves feel safe had become the shadow of himself since his mother, Zafira passed away

“We have to go through the Murky forest,” Turstin said as he looked towards Amelia who was far-fetched in her thoughts.

“Why is that?” she asked. There was a clear presence of sadness deep in her eyes.

“The herbs, remember?” answered, raising his eyebrows. Lowering her he