CHAPTER 88. Your Warmth

  As I rode on Isaiah’s back, we passed by other bodies of the mercenaries that were left behind at the manor. There was no sight of Lady Marie or any of her followers. I suppose it was a good surprise for them to return to rotting corpses littered around.

  I looked down at Isaiah, staring at the back of his head and his pointy ears that twitched from the slightest sound. It was hard for us to converse, since he was still in his wolf form. He seemed to understand me fine whereas the only way for him to talk to me was through the occasional grumble and nods.

  But from the looks of it, he came here alone, and he fought all these mercenaries, alone. My heart started to ache although I was not sure if it was due to the heat-induced drug still in my system or if I was truly grateful that he came here to rescue me.