Chapter Ninety-Nine – Overthinking
Should he be worried too? Sorren glanced at his older brother who stood at the entrance. Laurel hadn't returned.
"She said she was going for a short walk." Sorren repeated.
Stefan turned to him, then looked out again. "She doesn't know this place. I don't get why she keeps going out."
They didn't have a strong enough bond for him to sense her emotions. Yet part of him was restless, which meant something happened to her? But he couldn't be sure.
"That's right, she said she would return with breakfast." Sorren remembered. "Maybe ask the kitchen—"
Stefan sped out immediately. Wasn't the kitchen east to the courtyard he stayed at? He curved right and stopped at the huge yard where smoke rose to the skies.
Should he knock first? Or just ask them if they had seen a werewolfess? How will they know she's the one?
"Excuse me?"
A young cook faced him questioningly.
