CHAPTER 13: Don't give up

NARAH'S POV (Two days later)

It was a beautiful evening, and the sun was ready to set. It casted a warm orange glow across the pink, golden and bluish coloured clouds that covered the sky.

I desperately wished to feel the sun on my skin, but thanks to Luna Tauriel, I was stuck now in a wheelchair, waiting for my ankle to heal.

At least, I didn't have to start my maid duties until I recovered, that was a positive light to my situation.

I looked from across the window in my room, admiring the vast green field when suddenly, a group of able-bodied men dressed in black leather jackets and pants, alongside women in leather jumpsuits, came flooding in.

I could tell they were wolves of different ranks. They huddled together, chanting, “We are the mighty warriors of the Woodwick pack,” before howling excitedly, jumping, and dancing in circles.

I'd forgotten what it was like to see warriors. But seeing them sent me back to the past, when my father would take little six-year-old me for a walk,