Chapter 36 Brother and Sister

EVELYN

Leila clearly had no idea what I was speaking of and I wished I could share in her naivety. Though she was one of the most well-read people I knew, she seemed unaware of the weight her words would carry if the wrong person in this palace were to hear her declaration of travel.

See, the werewolves of Hescor could never visit another continent, at least not officially.

Any wolf who left Ozora to try to reach Eanica would be considered a deserter, a traitor to this continent and to this kingdom.

A deserter wouldn’t survive the treacherous winds and tides of the moonlit sea unless they had a ship large enough to withstand the stormy weather. The sea was cold and unforgiving, and I had heard plenty of ghost stories about wolves who lost their lives trying to travel to Eanica.

I set my feather duster down on a nearby table and approached Leila’s bed swiftly. She stared at me in alarm and tugged at one of her dark braids anxiously.

“You cannot speak those words aloud,” I repeated, but