I was breathing hard.
My lungs almost gave out due to how fast I ran. It was a full moon, something I knew everyone would've overlooked.
Every full moon I could still feel my beast, not as strongly as I used to but I could feel her…I could tap into who I used to be. Even though it was for a short while.
The castle was in disarray when I left, the Royal Family seemed to be rather disorganized, Damien was no doubt back in midnight where his fucktoy was and I was left alone with a few guards who would sell their duty for the promise of a little p***y.
I easily slipped past them without any struggle, after all, they'd all eaten from the pot I'd cooked in.
I slipped in a few herbs that would keep them awake but out of it, the poor men wouldn't feel their faces for days.
I ran as fast
