Krystal followed Zale through the beautiful city of Crimson Stone which was nothing like Winter Claw.
The city of Winter Claw was as hideous as its citizens were and she was glad she finally left the place.
Zale finally arrived at what seemed like the packhouse and Krystal had never been happier.
She was tired of all the stares she was attracting from the people and she was so sure it was as a result of the fact that she was wearing the Alpha’s clothes.
Why was it such a big deal? She was just borrowing them anyway.
As they walked through the corridor, their footsteps echoing on the floor, Krystal could not help but feel a sense of anticipation and happiness at the fact that she was no longer a part of Winter Claw and even though she had only arrived in Crimson Stone, she could t
