But her legs felt so weak that she couldn't take a step.
Her rational mind was pulling her back, but her emotions were pushing her forward.
What if it wasn't Evan who came out, but Jude?
If she showed her face, it would be like walking into a trap as a captive.
Jude would not miss any opportunity to exploit, especially not her, who had bonded with Evan.
She couldn't risk it, nor act impulsively.
So she huddled tightly behind the tree, her entire body icy cold.
Rainwater dripped down her hair into her collar, and the soaked fabric clung to her back.
She didn't know how long it had been until the rain became cold as bone, and there was finally a sound from the cave.
A figure staggered out.
He was covered in blood, the beast skin skirt soaked through and stuck sticky to his body.
It was hard to tell which parts were injuries and which were marks left by others.
From a distance, she couldn't recognize who it was at all.
