Page 56 of Snows Sinful Seven

“She can’t sleep forever, can she?” the white one asks.

Sleep. So she is sleeping. She’s not dead.

I let out a sob of relief before laughing hysterically in shock. The king, the stupid king, will pay for this. I will have his fucking head myself if it comes to it.

But right now, I need to find Snow.

“Where is she?” I ask the mirror. “Show me where she is.”

Then Snow and the beasts disappear for a second before the mirror shows me a cottage nestled somewhere in the woods.

“That doesn’t fucking help me,” I snarl.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, I take off again. This time, I take the path that leads to the village. I don’t stop running, not even when my lungs beg me to, my heart ready to explode. Not until I’m bursting into Mrs. Bark’s pub, chest heaving, eyes wild.

I probably look like a mad woman and by the shocked looks I’m getting from the people around me, I’d say it’s confirmed.

“What on earth?” Mrs. Bark hisses, making her way around the bar. “Come with me.” She grabs my arm and pulls me through a door that leads into the bakery attached. She closes the door and swings concerned eyes my way. “What's wrong? Why did you bust into here like a bat out of hell?”

I grab her shoulders. “It’s Snow,” I pant. “She’s in danger.”

Her eyes widened in fear. “No,” she whispers.

“Don’t ask me how I know, but I saw her in a cottage with these big hairy beasts.”

“Lycan monsters,” she says.

“What?” My brows furrow.

“She’s with the lycan monsters.”

“So you know where she is?”

“Yes.” Mrs. Bark nods. “She’s been staying with a pack of lycans in the woods. They’ve been keeping her safe and protected. She came to see me just the day after you did.”

“Not very well,” I snarl. “Because the king just tried to kill her.”

“What!” she shouts. “How!?”

“I don’t know exactly. Look, it's hard to explain. I saw it in a magic mirror.”

“Magic mirror?”

I shake my head. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t have time for this. Can you tell me how to get to this cottage?”

Mrs. Bark is hardly done giving me directions before I’m running out of the bakery and taking off down the street.

With only one thought in my mind, getting to Snow, I take off through the forest. Every second feels like an hour, and I think for a moment that I might have remembered the directions wrong and went the wrong way. But then I see it in the distance, a cottage.

It gives me the extra burst of energy I need to get me to her faster.

My fist pounds furiously on the wooden door. “Open up!” I shout. “Open this fucking door.”

The door flies open, and my fist is met with a hard, furry chest.

“Who the fuck are you?” It’s the black beast from the mirror. Not beast, monster. Lycan? Whatever the fuck he is. He looks like a walking, talking wolf if you ask me.

“Your worst nightmare if you don’t let me see her,” I snarl right back, eyes blazing with fury. I don’t care who he is, what he is, just that he’s standing between me and my princess.

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