Chapter 86 Unwanted Help

It was a chilly Monday morning in the first week of December. Perched at the edge of the tallest window in Creek's Castle, Karen gazed out into the expanse of the emerald-green forest, which seemed to be shrouded into the misty morning sky. A triumphant smile spread across her lips as her vibrant eyes drifted down to her hands, recalling the remarkable achievement she had secured before the end of last month—she had fully regained her powers as a hybrid werewolf. She couldn't be any happier, knowing that none of the brutal lycans had known of her strong recovery; otherwise, their caution against her would be intensified, further complicating her plans of escape.