Chapter 47

But one might consider it just as unlikely. A female leader as queen of the werewolves sounded unrealistic and it would make sense for me to be tortured into saying something. Having captured such a high rank was perfect for the fur piles.

The two of them talked a bit, but I was in my world of thoughts.

No matter what the hunters thought, they would want me back. If I am the queen, to kill me, if not to have me in their ranks. So that I was in exactly the place that was in my condition and for which I had been prepared.

Hence the strong unrest, the hunters probably knew for a while that I was still alive. Or they had always hoped for it and never lost faith.

Clearing my throat, I turned to Taran and asked, "Do you know if the hunters know for sure that I'm alive? Or do they just hope so?"

Those dark orange eyes were just weird. I was familiar with them now, but that didn't make the color any less strange.

He looked at me indignantly, probably