Chapter 66  

Barbara's POV

If I killed Maura, Austin would marry me, right?

"Hey, wake up!" Someone shakes my body violently, I open my eyes from a deep sleep and groan as the pain from my wounds pierces through my sleep.

I sleep on a mat laid on the top of a haystack. Rest has been elusive lately, as they provided no clean blanket to keep me warm or enough food to satisfy my hunger.

In the darkness, a man holds a knife and wears a big smile.

The knife had a blade finer and sharper than any razor. If it slices a warrior, he might not even know he has been cut, not immediately.

I can tell he has slaughtered many werewolves, both the blade and the handle were wet.

"Who are you?" I ask, my gaze fixes on his knife.

"My name is Albert, I come here to help you get out of here. Your enemy Emma is still alive, but she won't be returning."

His words shock me, widening my eyes in disbelief.

"That pathetic worm is alive? I push her off the cliff!"

"Yes. You'd better hurry up, there is no time to talk about