Aila Coraline
We reached the packhouse casually, yet the two stationed soldiers looked at us with worry, as if something had happened.
“Wait—Miss? You’re Beta Greg’s daughter, right? Coraline?” one of them asked, trying to confirm.
I nodded.
Cynthia instantly crossed her arms beside me, clearly annoyed at being stopped so suddenly.
“Everyone’s been looking for you,” he added.
My mouth formed a small huh, confused by what he meant. Everyone’s looking for me? Why?
Then it hit me—I didn’t tell my mother anything about this trip.
Cynthia and I had left without permission or even the decency of a proper note. We just… vanished. Of course they’d panic.
Without wasting another second, the guard quickly radioed something in and motioned for us to follow him. We were led directly to the
