Thessalia announced, with a note of determination in her voice, "I'm leaving in about an hour."
Matilda's face fell slightly, a flicker of disappointment crossing her features. She glanced down, her fingers fidgeting with the edge of her apron.
"I understand," she replied softly. "But the Alpha specifically requested to speak with you. It would mean a lot if you could spare some time for him." Her eyes met Thessalia's, a mix of earnestness and pleading in her gaze.
Hope vanished, leaving Thessalia in a state of desolation. While her physical condition had improved considerably, her body healing at a rapid pace, her resilience returning, the urgency of her situation remained. The thought of another day's delay would undoubtedly result in her demise.
She couldn't count on anything supe
