Jasmine was still in utter disbelief as she journeyed through the forest with the escorts she had.
She expected any minute from now to be attacked and be killed.
That perhaps, they were waiting f her somewhere on the road.
She still found it hard to believe that he had simply let her go.
It made no sense.
The man was a monster, and she should seem him as such.
Even though deep down in her heart she told herself that towards the end he had seemed genuinely nice.
But she could not take away the fact that he had killed so many people.
Marro's family well included.
The journey was quiet and none of the men escorting her said a word.
There were six of them.
Two in front of her horse, one at her left and another by her right and then two behind her.
She took in a deep breath.
"How much longer are we headed till we reach the crescent pack?" She asked.
No one answered her.
Jasmine told herself that she had not been loud enough, so she repeated what she asked.
