#Chapter 120: Path

Evelyn By the time the pack’s camp crested into view, it was the afternoon of the following day. Yet it was hard to miss it, with the way the travel-worn path we had been following weakly twisted and disappeared into the cluster of homes that cropped up. The houses were made from timber walls braced with stone, and they dotted the surrounding area in various shapes and sizes. Small stores were still selling wares for the day, and the smell of freshly baked goods wafted on the breeze. Guards flanked the gate that separated us from this settlement, their stares sharp as blades as they watched us approach. Logan rode a little ahead of me, shoulders taut, and his head swiveling from side to side, assessing any potential threats. I could feel his protectiveness rolling off him like heat, but I kept my chin high as we approached. This was diplomacy. I needed to lead. I was the princess, after all. After exchanging a few words with the guards and revealing who we were, the gates