Chapter 86 Unwanted Help

• It was a chilly Monday morning in the first week of December. Perched at the edge of the tallest window in Creek's Castle, Karen gazed out into the expanse of the emerald-green forest, which seemed to be shrouded into the misty morning sky. A triumphant smile spread across her lips as her vibrant eyes drifted down to her hands, recalling the remarkable achievement she had secured before the end of last month—she had fully regained her powers as a hybrid werewolf.
• She couldn't be any happier, knowing that none of the brutal lycans had known of her strong recovery; otherwise, their caution against her would be intensified, further complicating her plans of escape.
• Although the consequences might shrink her chances of escape, she vowed that it wouldn't stop her since she wouldn't think twice of taking the pack guards head-on, if the need arose. Even more twisted, Karen thought of her Alpha Damion's reaction, imagining the sodden look on his face upon returning to find his pack warriors, sprawling on the floor as they break her escape news to him.