Chapter 43. I Am No Longer His People

Emilia's POV

“It has been a month, Emilia, and there are still no signs of the Crescents,” Melanie uttered.

“Isn’t that supposed to be good news?” I asked.

“It’s not. Remus wouldn’t simply let you go like that,” she voiced her opinion. I looked at her. She puffed on her cigarette. She was right. I had spent countless years in that mansion, never out of Remus’ sight, not even for a second.

“Either you’re exceptionally skilled at hiding, or they’re plunging at searching,” she finished her cigarette.

After years of planning my escape, I had thought this through thoroughly. I knew Remus would assume that I would run as far as possible when I fled. He would search for me in distant lands while I remained a mere three towns away from the mansion. Moreover, he had no knowledge of my sister’s existence—Melanie, who resided in namelessness, having married into another pack.

“He’ll search for Cercei,” Melanie added, extinguishing her cigarette in the a