While they were traveling on a horse, all Harper can think about was Damon and the pitiful state he was in when they left him. She’s hoping that by now, people from the camp have already found him and placed him on a safer place. She hoped they were treating him now and most of all, she hoped they came in time. He was in a pretty bad shape. It hurts to even look at him. Hurts. It wasn’t easy to admit that to herself. Yet, Harper realized that she cares for him. Not just because he has saved her and claimed her as his mate. It was something else. Unlike with Brayden, she didn’t feel like a captive in the camp. She indeed felt valued and cared for. It made her realized she wanted to do the same thing to him. To make him feel seen, to make him feel heard.Funny how timing sucks. She was deprived of that opportunity now. In the meantime. Deep in her heart, she was hoping he would come and save her again… or better, this time, she saves herself.She wanted to check up on him so bad. Bad

Damon said he wanted to be alone, but he wasn’t completely honest. If truth be told, he only wanted a moment to think of something. He was sure of what he saw. It was a key dangling from Shahila’s pocket. Not just any key, but it was the key to the potions’ room. He was trying to make sense of it. The key, the poison on his neck, the disappearance of the protective shield, why and how Harper was taken. After ten to fifteen minutes, he connected the dots. There was only one person who could do this. He has no idea why, but she has… and she has to answer that to him soon.Shahila. It was all her. It makes sense to him now. She has the key to the potions room. Of course, none would suspect her to be doing something wrong. Everyone in the camp respects her. That’s how she got the potion to remove the protective shield of the camp. It was how the black wolves of Brayden came here and was able to attack. He wasn’t sure but he guess it was also because of that that Brayden knew he wasn’t i

Harper and Greg went on his way a few minutes after. Harper, having lack of faith on people, sneaked in a small knife at the girdle of her skirt. Trust is such a luxury to repose to someone. especially a total stranger from Brayden’s pack. They were walking side by side, her left hand alerted that in the slightest hint of danger, she would use the knife with no hesitation. “Are you an original black or a convert?” – Harper asked as they arrived at the highway. They have to take a cab to reach the nearby cabin of Gordon, their safekeeper of motorbikes and small cars. It was going to be a long way. A long travel. So Harper thought of utilizing the time for getting to know the man. “An original. My parents were Shayla and Hardin. They perished during the clan wars.”Both parents are dead because of the clan war? Now that’s one valid reason for him to have a grudge against the black wolves. “I’m sorry to hear that.”“Don’t be. It’s fine. They’re not the best people in the world.”Har

Damon waited long enough for his recovery. With Shahila being always around to check up on him, he had no choice but to wait until his whole health has recovered before thinking of a plan to find Harper and bring her back. “Are you sure about this? You can be in danger… again.” – Shahila was standing at the foot of the bed, observing as Damon got a backpack and store clothes and supplies therein. The night before, he had already decided to go on a search for her. He brought ten of his men and they’re leaving an hour from now, just when the sun comes up. The men were prepared and was waiting for him outside the common room. “You don’t understand. How many days have I waited? It’s been too long. I’m worried sick of her.”This, to Shahila, was like a pierce through the heart.“You… you really care for her, don’t you?”She knows she wouldn’t like to hear the answer to this question. It’s like she’s laying down the trap for herself… but before she could think, her lips opened to ask. “

Harper was relieved to get a reply from Shahila on the detailed address of the camp. She almost got sad that she dropped her call a little while ago. After taking note of the address mentally, she handed the phone back to the kind student. She deleted the message as well as the call records.“Thank you for your kindness. I owe you one.” – she said and the student placed the phone back to her small duffel bag. “Anytime. So did you have your address?”Harper nodded. She no longer needed her help. She had been traveling to the city half her life. The transportation wasn’t a part of her problem. At the back of her mind, what she’s more concerned about what the thought that someone else may be hunting her while she was running away. Brayden and the black wolves. But in order to avoid that, she should be moving now. “I do. Thank you. I have to go now.”The student gave her a smile and she jogged towards the cab station. A bus would be crowded this time of day and she couldn’t risk to b