Page 47 of Arranged Wolf's Nanny
A few tears dropped to the ground.
She didn’t know how she could free herself from him. Didn’t know how to let him go.
For a brief, wild moment, she wished Rick were there.
At least…at least it seemed like he wanted to help. Wanted to be on her side. It was a paltry thing, but…
It was more than she’d ever been given before.
But Rick wasn’t coming. He’d said he’d let her go, that he wouldn’t pursue her for any other reason than to ensure her safety. And after the argument, after she’d turned tail and fled, Rosalia doubted he would even want to follow her. After all, she was still within Iron Walker territory. She was perfectly safe…
Her blood froze to ice.
Glancing up at the sky with mounting panic, she looked at the moon. The stars. Sniffed the air.
She’d run north.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It was the one thing he’d asked her not to do. The northern border of Iron Walker territory was shared with the Black Claws.
And the Black Claws weredangerous.
Hesitantly, she climbed to her feet, hands trembling.
Okay, Rosalia, don’t panic. It’s fine. Everything’s going to be fine. Just…just turn west.
She had no idea how close she had gotten to the border, how long she’d been running. Surely, she wouldn’t be anywhere near it. Iron Walker territory washuge.
A rustling in the undergrowth made her squeak, and she clapped a hand over her mouth.
Nothing. It was nothing. Just an animal.
The Black Claws wouldn’t dare come into Iron Walker territory. The disputes were all at the border.
Are you so sure about that?
Her heart pounded in her ears, and she realized she needed to make a decision. Needed to leave. Cold, blunt panic cut through every other emotion. She shouldn’t run. Not now. Not in this state. She should head back to the manor, wait for sunrise, and make a plan then. She could follow her own scent back; it would be fine.
A branch snapped close to her, too close, just beyond the limits of her vision.
You need to go. Now.
All her instincts were screaming at her to turn tail and run. Her hair stood up on end, and her breathing was fast and shallow. Her muscles thrummed with renewed energy.
Cautiously, she scented the air. The wind was blowing north, rustling through her hair, and she frowned.
Damn. She wouldn’t be able to catch a scent of anything coming north.
But anything coming south, towards her, would pick up her scent perfectly.
She should shift. She would be faster as a wolf.
But not faster thanotherwolves, especially not alphas. And her scent would be much stronger.
Another branch snapped, and she reared backwards.
She was just being paranoid. There was nothing there. Nothing is coming for her.
