Chapter 47: Book of Shapeshifters

Clara's POV

Now I know why I hate schools and colleges. Because it got too many classes or specifically rooms, that getting lost in the carnival is not a shock.

I mean, what is this? A maze of torture.

"It's locked," Ivan said, trying to open the gate for the hundredth time.

"If you're done with that, we can climb up," I suggested but he reluctantly shook his head.

"No, I won't allow that. You're pregnant and you can't put yourself in danger. What if you fall down and I'm too late to catch you-"

I opened the gate as he kept on blabbering the pessimistic views that made him act like a mother. Mother instincts are kicking in him rather than in me.

"Let's go?" I smiled, waiting for him to recover from the shock.

"I told you not to!" He huffed, passing by me as I shrugged and followed behind him.

"Gosh! I'm sorry, I guess." I mumbled, shaking my head in disbelief.

We sent Ivy back to the packhouse to warn everyone and possibly get the pups and families in safety before the war be