Chapter 87. Emily’s Control

PEONY CRIMSON’S POV

"If we rip off those bastards' heads, there will be fewer enemies for White Moon to face. This is our battle." Emily's words rang in my head.

Ten minutes ago, I followed the direction of the rising smoke. The stench of the rogues was so strong, my nose couldn't stop wrinkling. I kept myself low, blending in behind the broad leaves of bushes or the stumps of giant trees.

Then I found them. The rogues were three males and two females. A small group, indeed, but they wore a savagery and ferocity that mirrored each other. They surrounded something burning, with dark smoke emanating from it. I calculated my distance from them—far enough to not be spotted but near enough to eavesdrop.

"Yes, but it could be that these rogues are not the ones who will attack White Moon. Shouldn't we at least keep an eye out first?" I whispered to Emily.

It was cowardice talking, I admitted. Still, I had to play my cards right. My triplets were waiting at the cottage, and I couldn't go home