Chapter 17 The Burning Flesh And A Cage
- PEONY CRIMSON’S POV
- The next gust of wind brought back that burning smell, as well as the wolfsbane that almost numbed my senses. I tore off the hem of my skirt and used it to shield my nose.
- "Ugh, the smell is getting stronger," Emily complained. As a wolf, she was the one who suffered the most.