Chapter 32-The Most Hated She-Wolf
Kaye:
"Now what do we do?" Maximus asked Norman, who had been pacing restlessly, clearly struggling to come up with a plan.
He had been doing this anxious pacing for over ten minutes, and that was never a good sign. When Norman runs out of ideas, it usually means we’re in deep trouble.
"Okay, here’s the plan," Norman finally stopped, his expression a mix of anxiety and forced confidence. "We can just tell our dad that we found her like that," he explained, as if convinced no one would question us if she went missing.
"Did she ever mention anyone who might come looking for her or start investigating where she was when she smelled this rose?" Norman asked, turning to Maximus. Maximus went silent for a moment, then slowly raised his head and shook it.
"From what I gathered, she’s pretty much on her own. She doesn’t have anyone," he replied.
"Good—," Norman started to say, but I quickly shook my head.
"I’m the one who brought the rose here. They’re kept locked away for a reason, never meant to be around people. I was supposed to take care of everything, and I’m the one who messed up. How can I just lie about it and then go back to working with herbs like I wasn’t reckless enough to land this girl in a dream prison?" I unfolded my arms and let out a frustrated, almost desperate, complaint.
"But it wasn’t your fault. She shouldn’t have been snooping around," Norman defended me immediately. He would never hesitate to stand up for me or any of his brothers. He was always on our side, no matter what.