THE RETURN OF A ROYAL BLOODLINE

The one-night cry ended up being several ones. It proved to her that one night was not enough to let out all she had accumulated inside her, and the happenings didn’t stop happening. Day after day there were meetings with several people from all over Glaham.

However, they were all too busy fixing and managing the wrecked estate first before handling other things. They tended to the wounded and held funerals for those they had lost. The estate was painted black in mourning for the precious wolves they had lost.

Noah and Luke were still sleeping since that night. Ophelia couldn’t blame them because if she was in their place, she wouldn’t want to wake up either. But she prayed for them to wake up for at least a minute to know they were alright. Sarah reassures her every day that their vitals are all good, and their wounds are healing well. There was no specific reason for their lack of consciousness for 3 days.

“My Lady,”

Ophelia snapped out of her trance to stare at her bedroom d