Noah

Noah

Nyxoria smiled, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over her. "Thank you, Ora. What would I have done without your help? All my whole life, I thought I was born without a wolf, but who would’ve thought it was actually caged? And not just any wolf, a wolf dragon." Her excitement was clear in her voice.

Ora chuckled softly. "With me, everything is possible, Nyxoria."

Nyxoria nodded but then tilted her head in thought. "But why are you helping me? How did you know my wolf was caged? And when are you finally going to show me your face?"

Instead of answering, Ora turned her back to Nyxoria, folding her arms behind her.

"Won't you answer me Ora? Now that I think of it, you knew Mary was putting those leaves in my food and instead of you telling me the truth you rather beat around the bush and told me to forgive Mary instead, how am I sure you are not working with my Uncle?"