Ophelia froze. Her spine stilled and goosebumps peppered her skin. She barely controlled her shaking. At the mere mention of that man who did all of this, she couldn't even feel rage. How long had she been locked up and tortured? The weakest part of her just wanted all of this to end.
Killorn's expression remained aloof in the carriage ride. He said nothing to her the entire way. He simply scrutinized her with his brooding stare, resembling silver flames in the darkness.
What started off as two men eventually turned into tens of them. Ophelia heard horses one after another joining the ranks. When they broke into the forest, the carriage became unsteady and she heard low growls. When she shakily pulled back the curtain, her voice was in her throat.
"My men," Killorn immediately explained.
'Aren't they animals?' Ophelia stared at the enormous pack of wolves emerging from the forest. She heard a warning horn blown in the distance, warning of intruders.
