Chapter 211 - A Desperate Turn Of Events

Death had a feathery touch that left chills behind. At this moment, George could feel those chills on his spine.

His death was fast approaching.

He knew it.

From the little window that looked like a dot at the far height of the dungeon, he could see the golden rays of the setting sun.

He didn't do it!

He could never kill Aunt Alice!

She was dead?

She was like a mother to him.

His heart hurt; he wanted to grieve her loss, but he couldn't; he would be killed soon… for a crime he didn't commit too.

If only Zezi would come to see him. She was the only one who could convince the King.

At that moment, he heard something. Someone had stepped into the dungeon.

Hope glimmered in his mismatched eyes and he hurried to the bar.

“Zezi?” He called out quickly before the being who had stepped into the dungeon came into view. His face fell and his hope vanished.

Delice.

A calmness washed over his wolf, as an overwhelming worry came over him.