Stacy's POV
I had been running around in circles, all exits blocked, and I had started to regret my decision to come here. My chest drummed hard, and I tried to be normal with everything else. It wasn't so easy for me.
Having nowhere to go, I knew I was stocking up in Denvort's mansion. I was all alone, and was trying to discover what I was doing, but it seemed so hard for me to do.
For the past few hours I had been hiding in the bar room, and I was overly exhausted. My body was shaking out of hunger.
"You can't stay here, they'll eventually find you, and then you'll be killed for sure," My wolf gave a suggestion, but I groaned in a weakened tone.
"How do I escape without getting caught? I came here to confront him, I didn't know he wanted me killed. Who do I go to now?" I asked with raised brows, and my wolf kept mute even though she didn't know who was going to save her from this situation.
