𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒💨❕

#CHAPTER 5💕

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  "Ouch," I hissed, leaping through my window, landing on my feet as my body left the silhouette of my widow, trailed by my bag pack containing supplies for two to three days. I cast one last glance at my apparent home before sprinting towards the inviting forest in front of me. I had no idea what was about to come my way by surprise even as telling myself not to be afraid. I begin to slow down and recall what my father taught me when I was five years old.

Whenever you feel intimidated, terrified, or in danger, always mark your scent so no one knows where you are.

Going through the forest, there were dark tree trunks, shadows, overhanging limbs across the path seen at the last second, clumps of bushes, barely visible black trails snaking through the undergrowth, the moon shining through a lattice of leaves, and tall shadowed pines stretching up like arrows into the sky. Wind slipping through leaves, creaking tree trunks, unseen fluttering wings, snapping twigs, grass and weed sliding against pant legs, breathing sounds, coyote calls, fox yipping, wolves howling (if within range), snarls, padding feet along a trail, a grunt of pain

I eventually arrive at a point where it appears that the forest is about to end. After an hour of walking, I started to feel cold and a little uneasy. Gripping my bag properly as my mind wandered to the shivers my body was experiencing. Looking back, I was worried that leaving the only place I knew would be the last thing I did on this planet.

"Yes, everything is loaded and ready," I heard a raspy voice snarl on the other side of the forest as my eyes widened at the thought of people being so far away from civilization and I quickly concealed my body near the first thing a spot.

"Good, you think we have enough supplies for tomorrow's meeting?" a new feminine voice said firmly as I heard footsteps form on the snow-covered soil, reminding me that I needed to be quiet about my movements.

"Of course, we have enough, but who knows what the king is up to. He rarely visits the castle," The same husky voice spoke with a huff as I decided to end my curiosity while peeking my head a little bit into the scene with the sources of the voices and sounds.

The King!!

Were They Talking About Alpha King Tory?

I look at the scene in front of me, a blue van filled with unknown boxes as a few men and women drive in gold jewelry and black suits.

Wait!

Aren't those some of the people I saw in the castle?

"Some say her lingering around the village to watch someone could mean he's neglecting his responsibilities for the sake of playing I, Spy," I heard snickers around him, a new manly voice said with a chuckle.

I could finally see the people who were talking. I yelled sarcastically as the snarls and growls from the other side of the tree became more audible.

"Okay, fine! Geez, no need to stir up trouble. I'm coming out. Simply do not attack!" I yelled in terror as I emerged into the open. I noticed a dozen people going about their business. But guess what it was: an older-looking lady in her sixties with a young boy holding her hand. I noticed that they all had one thing in common: the castle crest.

"Hey, who are you?" the younger boy said, trying to appear tough. It was so cute. The older lady just stares at me as if she has seen me before. "Hello, hello ma'am, is there something wrong?" I asked, waving my hand in her face, trying to wake her up. "HELLO!".

Oh, I'm so sorry, dear," she said as she straightened up.

I muttered, "Bella," as my name.

"I know you need some assistance, come on let me take you to my house," she motioned for me to follow her.

"How-w how did you know that," I asked.

"Your bags and clothes spoke for themselves."

I looked at my clothes and apologized after realizing that I was still wearing my pajamas.

After several hours of walking, we finally arrive at the location she refers to as home; it was a village located far from the commotion and noise of the city. In a village, I also feel a connection to the soil. In addition, there are rivers, trees, different kinds of crops, and flowers. In addition to all of this, I feel a chilling breeze touch my skin, giving me goosebumps. The home was constructed with a zinc fence, cracked concrete, and board ceilings. I observed mothers holding their young children close to them out of concern that larger wolves might attack them. But even with all that, I don't think this place is all that bad.

"Welcome to my simple home," the woman exclaimed with delight. " You don't have to say anything until tomorrow; just let me take you inside and give you something to eat before you go to bed."

"O-OK," I muttered anxiously.

We entered the house and it was not what I expected. There was a lovely bed with a spotless sheet and two puffy pillows, a nightstand with a lamb and a flower pot, and a medium-side refrigerator with a few foodstuffs that could last for a few days. I won't deny that it has a homey feeling. She motioned to the bed and said, "Please take a seat." She entered the kitchen to make tea for everyone. "Please don't worry, just make yourself comfortable, and we'll talk tomorrow," she said, handing me the teacup. I smiled a little and said, "Thank you.

I asked, "By the way, what's your name?" with a hint of concern.

She smiled warmly and said, "It's Eileen."

WHO IS EILEEN AND WHY IS SHE SO FRIENDLY TO A STRANGER?

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