But as the jade settled in her palm, so did the crushing weight of reality hit her. The frantic energy drained from her, and her hands stilled, clutching the bag like it was her lifeline.
This was madness.
She knew nothing, and even from Yueshuang's memories, she was so naive and sheltered and didn't know anything.
She was a ghost in this place, a soul in a borrowed body. Where did the Silver Fang Clan's territory end? How many days did they need to travel to the nearest safe land?
What other clans were nearby, allies or enemies who would gladly return a runaway daughter to her powerful father for a reward? Or who would cage her up and use it as a bargaining chip?
The world outside this manor was a blank map of dangers neither the old Yueyao nor the new Yueshuang knew; a lot had changed out there. To run without a plan was to jump from one cage straight into a trap.
