[ Old world - Skarthheim Pack territories ]
Most of the outer court was still bent over Autumn.
Except for Vera.
She sped towards the outgates where the torches flickered against the towering stone walls.
Her breathing was shallow, heart hammering against her ribcage as she approached the gates with a bundle of folded dresses clutched tightly in her arms.
Her footsteps were light but quick.The hem of her skirt swished over mud and puddle.
Two guards straightened the moment they saw her approaching.
"Hey! Halt mate!!!What do we have here? A maid? " One stepped forward, his axe slung lazily across his shoulder. The other leaned against the lever that opened the heavy exit door (or boulder, whatever you wanna call it).
"Where do you think you are going?" the first guard asked, eyes narrowing.
Vera adjusted the dresses in her arms, trying to appear composed.
