Chapter 16

CRESTWOLF PACK

Anna's POV

I sat by the window, gazing out at the bustling town square below. It was a typical scene: vendors peddling their wares in loud voices, children playing tag amidst the cobblestone streets, and townsfolk going about their daily routines. The square was alive with activity, each werewolf doing their own thing.

Above it all, perched on the upper floor of Maya's house, I had a perfect vantage point to observe it all. From here, I could see everything: the colorful awnings of the market stalls, the swirl of dust kicked up by passing carriages, and the occasional flutter of a bird's wings as it took flight

But through the familiar sights and sounds of the square, something caught my eye: a carriage pulling up in front of the house. It was a common occurrence, carriages were known to stop by Maya's house Regularly. Yet, this time, it felt different.

As the carriage door swung open, my curiosity grew even more. I watched guards come out from the carriage, carrying s