Caspian was sitting by the bedside of Anastasia with a deep frown on his forehead.
Anastasia was covered with three thick blankets. However, she was still shivering as though she was stuck at the top of the tallest mountain. While flying to the village they were currently in, the blanket that she was wrapped in wasn’t able to keep the chilling breeze from getting to her.
And as a result, no matter how many blankets were layered on top of her right now, the freezing wind that had managed to penetrate her heart was making it really hard for her.
‘Maybe I shouldn’t have brought her here with me. The soldiers could have taken care of those damned werewolves, couldn’t they? I panicked for no reason and now look where it got her!’
Caspian grabbed his blond hair with both of his hands and then cursed himself for acting like someone weak. ‘I should have stayed put!’ he screamed in his head again.
