It took them another day of trip to reach Crimson Blood's territory.
Violet covered herself in thick layers of jacket. Gloves covered her hand, and the scarf around her neck hid half of her face. Only her bright hazel eyes and red nose peeked out. Taking small steps on the snow, she leaned closer to Sylas for the little bit of warmth.
Sylas stared at her helplessly and said, "It will be warmer once we get to the pack."
Violet cleared her throat and responded, "It's fine, Alpha. I am also a werewolf. I can handle this bit of temperature."
It took all in her to prevent her teeth from clattering.
As they entered the territory of Crimson Blood next, an inexplicable chilliness suddenly rushed over her. The eerie and desolate surroundings made her hug her jacket closer. There were quiet bows towards Sylas from afar, but no one dared to approach him.
She could see they feared him.
Although she heard bits about Sylas in the past, she wondered how scary he actually was.
