Chapitre 385: A Trip

"Where are we going, Raul?"

This was the tenth time that Olivera had asked her mate this question since the latter had suddenly sprung up a journey they had to take before she left the pack with Miriam in three days time.

Olivera hoped to the goddess that Raul wasn't bringing the trip up to stop her from going with Miriam to rescue her mother, his mother. Or else she was really going to have it out with him, and it wasn't going to be pleasant.

It had taken a two days before he had gotten around her going to the mission, never mind that he had hurriedly conceded to her opinion in the meeting a week ago. It had taken two days before he had tried convincing her to stay back, to let the ancients take care of it. But she had refused. These past few months, she had learned to trust her instincts.