Chapter 7

The blanket of the night provided cover for the hackney’s journey. The hooves of the hackney and its wooden wheels clashing with the rough terrain were the only sounds that broke the stillness of the night. It had been a few hours, and I am sure we were nearing our destination. My heart is hammering though my expression shows otherwise. My hands and feet are cold but I’d like to think it is just because of the temperature in this territory.

I knew this was improper.

I knew this was wrong.

But I’ve already taken it this far. I cannot turn back now. I could only hope Ellie is doing a magnificent job covering me.

“We are here, lady,” the coach yelled before the carriage came to a halt and the specks of dust settled on the ground. I raised the curtains of the small windows and found ourselves blatantly in front of the borders of the wolves' territory. I unconsciously gulped, seeing and feeling the dangers that I could feel were lurking within. This was my first time seeing it at night, an