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Hilda.

I don't have strength anymore. I only wish that the moon goddess would take this hell wreck of life out of me right now. Just as I thought that life had finally shone its glory on me, the worst-thretched of them all surrounded me.

"Don't give up, Hilda. Look at Avalor over there, struggling so hard to get us out of this place. Hang on; the weaker you are, the weaker I become too. My wolf, Avira, soothed my head.

"If not for the fact that you are pregnant, I would have asked that you let me forward to fist on that bitch," Avira snapped in my head.

Two hours later,

I woke up from sleep, cleared my throat, and felt a lot better. I snapped at Avalor, and tears rolled down my cheek.

What sort of humiliation is this? I mean for the Lycan king of a kingdom to be tied like a common thief. I wonder if the moon goddess is not aware of what we are both going through. Who is behind all this? Nancy must be working with someone very powerful for her guts to overwhelm her reasoning. How could