The city was already starting to have life again based from what Feng Jiao Xue can observe. People starting to walk around, shops starting to open, and not a singe corpse in the street anymore.
She moved like a shadow among shadows, every step taut with rage, every breath held hostage by fury. The manor loomed in the distance, a structure of regal elegance nestled on the elevated cliffs at the city's north end, guarded by towering walls and iron gates that gleamed in the moonlight. Her pulse thundered, louder than her footsteps, louder than her thoughts.
She should've waited. She knew that. She should've planned, scouted, gathered strength. But the image of Mo Tianze's ears flat against his head, his tail curled, the light fading from his eyes as he was dragged away, that burned hotter than any caution.
For some reason, the Mo Tianze she first met flashed in her mind and her blood boiled.
He had been taken and that was reason enough for her to lose all her control.
