Chapter 54 Romantic Trip

• The sun had not yet risen, but the cart was already creaking beneath its weight. Bolts of cloth. Crates of dried fish. Salt. Spices. Dried lavender bundles wrapped in wax paper. Soap. Nicholette had provided all the things no wolf could buy from the markets of Erbe anymore, not since the silver tests began to haunt the city gates. Things the villages needed to survive. Usually any mission with more than three Huntresses carried enough provisions for a few days out in the country. Food, water, extra weapons, tents, etc. But this load was unlike anything anyone had seen. Luna did allude to the cargo, asking if it were something that they were to trade. Nicholette pointed at the small bails of rations and water.
• “But, what of all the rest, Nyx?”
• “Peace offering. I'd kill any wolf I need. But I'd rather spare the blood shed.”