Savannah looked up. The sun was setting down, and its rays blinded her as she tried to trace the movements of the woman on top of the wall.
Spikes were still poking out of the old stones, but Mikaela did not seem bothered. She was walking between the sharp blades gracefully without even looking at them. A true werecat.
"Is the little Princess lost? "she sneered, words laced with spite. Cats knew how to give attitude when they wanted it.
"I am," the Lycaness chuckled. "Why don't you be so kind as to get down here and help me out?"
"Oh, I am planning to!" Mikaela snickered. "I just want to offer you to give up first. Step on the sun tile, and I will not throw you somewhere worse!"
"Hmm," Savvy hummed. "Tempting, but I would have to decline. Nonetheless, I will do the same since you are
