Chapter 17

Even though we are all exhausted, we have made it to the small village.

‘This must be Mystic Pride?’ I ask.

‘It is,’ Maia replies.

Werewolves and humans exit their houses and race toward us to help as soon as they see their Queen, Maia, is with us.

‘My Queen, what has happened?’ A lady asks.

‘I come baring the most unfortunate news to you all, but first, my friends and I need food, water and rest,’ Maia says to them.

‘And wine…’ Sir Hugo adds.

We all turn to him, raising an eyebrow.

The people of Mystic Pride face back to Maia for confirmation. Surprisingly she nods.

They all bow and lead us under a large wooden pavilion with wooden tables and chairs. Bowls of fruit, bread and cheeses are brought out to us with jugs of wine and water that are kindly poured into our chalices. A boy carries a basket with wool inside and passes it to me.

‘It’s for your pet to rest in,’ he says.

‘Thank you, that’s so kind of you,’ I say to him, accepting the basket.

I place it by my feet and place Reaper,