Chapter Sixty three: Three half Werewolves

Staring uneasily out the windows, towards the direction of the front line that her eyes could not even see, Roselle remained tense long after Luc had dropped her off according to Romeo's orders. She somehow felt that the air was heavier and chillier, even though the temperature was the same as last night.

Unease and worry laid heavy on her as if there were a boulder sitting on her chest. She remembered those times in her younger years, she and her mother used to feel this way every time her father goes out to war. It was an awful feeling. Like she was holding back her breath the whole time and could only breath again when he finally come back home, alive. And this time, she could obviously feel her anxiety was more intense.

Taking a deep breath, Roselle gripped the dagger Romeo had gifted to her. Tonight, she was not going to do anything but to patiently wait and hope and fervently pray that her husband will be fine and fulfil his promise… that he will be returning to her side. She si