Chapter Hundred-Eight – Survive
Laurel carefully dropped the sleeping Bebe on the couch. Elma was still active so Laurel caught the scent of someone she had almost forgotten.
"What's Jade doing here?" she asked Frida as she was about leaving.
Frida met her gaze. "Not your business."
Laurel narrowed her eyes at her. What foul game was she playing now? She brushed it off and continued towards Darren's quarters.
She had never been to Silent River pack so she wasn't sure where to go. She sighted an older man, with a young girl peeling oranges.
There was a gloomy atmosphere around the place, possibly because of the dead warriors. Why weren't they stopped before they ventured into something so stupid?
"Good day sir. Excuse me. I'd like to—'"
The tray in the old man's hand fell, scattering the orange and it's peels on the ground. "P-Princess? Princess!"
