A cart entered the rainforest, which only meant one thing—the artificial blood Thorin had ordered from the Crimson Vitae Workshop had finally arrived!
The werewolves prided themselves on their self-sufficiency, hunting game and drawing fresh water from the stream instead of relying on outside sources.
So, the sight of a cart piled high with blood packages was more than a little odd for them.
The red liquid sloshed within its transparent containers as the cart struggled to navigate the rocky, uneven ground, a strange sight in a community that usually preferred to sink its teeth into the real deal.
After overhearing the werewolves badmouthing her, Riona withdrew into herself. She seldom left her room, only going out to visit Florian now and then.
Let's get one thing straight: Riona wasn't keeping to herself because she was sad. Ugh, as if! She'd been hated plenty of times before—by royalty, no less—and it never fazed her.
