JAZMIN was worried about Ezequiel. It’s been a week since they parted, and until now, there has been no news of him.
“Your Majesty, don’t worry too much. His Majesty was just busy dealing with the traitors in the Council."
Sighing, Jazmin continued planting in the garden. Maeve was with her, helping her in any way she could, while Ace was reading a book on the wooden bench placed under the tree.
“I’m worried about him.”
Jazmin wanted to go back, but she was powerless. She’s a human, and her strength cannot match the strength werewolves have. The best thing she could do right now was to be away from the palace, so Ezequiel’s enemy wouldn’t target her. This is the best help she could give to Ezequiel.
How does she wish she were not a human, so she could fight like the Celestials? So t
