Seventy

THE OTHER PACK (II)

Things are starting to get sour in between the werewolves. All cautions seems to have been thrown far into the air.

Two days had passed, and the princess of Arthenia, along with her escorts, had now arrived at Scyta. With their horses now walking and the Scytan messenger leading them, they made their way to the palace, which was now in sight. Ashina remained in her carriage. She shifted her curtain and took a peep outside the window, as she had done now and then since they stepped onto Scytan soil. Her heartbeat pounded and she felt a rush of energy like she was restless. She was nervous. The Scytan commoners lined up on the streets and had their eyes on Ashina's fancy carriage in particular. They didn't look pleased with all. Of course, seeing a group of enemy warriors casually walking through their streets with one of their royals, of course, they could not be pleased. They probably had not attacked yet because of the Scytan messenger who led the way.

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