The Night Wolf novel Chapter 18

"Hey," Felix trailed off. "Are you alright?"

"Very." Willow gave him a thumbs up with her shaky hands.

"You don't look so good." Said Felix. He pointed at his hair.

Willow raised her brows as she felt her hair, it was disheveled. She tried patting her hair as she felt her face try to match her hair color.

"I was just walking through the forest, and I fell." She said as she saw Felix's eyes glint.

"Are you sure?" Willow's face grew hotter as she understood what Felix was referring to.

"Of course!" She said as she threw her arms up. She was sure there were dirt stains on her from being pounced on and also paint stains. "I fell. Or else I wouldn't have these. " She pointed on those stains.

Willow didn't know why she hid the truth from him. Probably because he'd tell her she's going crazy. Which she wasn't.

"I don't know. Maybe you rolled on the ground." Said Felix. "With someone."

Willow flipped the bird at him. Felix burst out laughing. Willow shook her head in a hopeless manner as she headed to her painting room, where she had stored her old paintings. Going through them all she found the one she had been looking for. The Wolf.

She had painted it a few months back when she used to repeatedly dream about a black wolf with night fur and a white crescent on its forehead, with onyx pools for eyes.

The very wolf she had escaped from earlier.

Willow sighed as she put her phone to her side. She could see her ceiling which she had painted when her father was still alive. It was painted in a midnight blue and they had painted stars with glow in the dark paint.

Maybe Rowan was a doctor undercover? But then again why would he hide the fact? She dismissed the thought.

She tried to read again, she was at the part where the transmigrated protagonist sneaked out of her palace with the second male lead.

Nope. She couldn't concentrate. She got out of her bed and walked to the kitchen. Rummaging through the cabinets, she finally found a pack of ChipsAhoy. She had feared that she was running out of her beloved cookies but guess who's lucky?

Right as the lucky Willow was about to pop in a cookie, she felt it.

She lost her hold on the packet as it slipped from her hands. Her hands had clutched her lower abdomen. It wasn't that she didn't receive these cramps during the day time, but it hardly ever occurred. She had them almost every night.

Her whole body felt numb, but her mind was in a mess, she couldn't concentrate on anything but the pain. Amidst her raging brain, a golden eyes boy popped up in her head.