Princess Divale threw one last pitiful look at her uncle on the floor before she strode out of the tent without taking a glance at the guards stationed at the entrance.
She moved down the snowy ground as fast as she could, wanting to avoid interacting with anyone at all.
"Take him back to the dungeons," Lukel ordered as he stepped out of the tent with his honey orbs at Divale's retreating figure.
He didn't waste a minute before he followed behind her.
Divale was swift on her feet as she moved far away from werewolves arranging their tents and sweeping their surroundings.
She only stopped when she had gotten to a secluded place which could block her out from any intruding eyes.
Then she broke down. Hot tears spilt down her pale reddened face as she breathed in and out with difficulty due to the knot in her throat.
