The moon hung high and distant, veiled behind tattered clouds that glided like ghosts across the sky.
Anna pulled the dark cloak tighter around her shoulders as she followed Uther through the dense forest trail.
The path was old—unused and nearly forgotten—overgrown with thorns and heavy with damp leaves.
The silence was unnerving, broken only by the occasional snap of twigs underfoot.
She heard weird noises and the trees move around.
She felt a shiver of fear over her spine.
"Where exactly are we going?" she asked her uncle, voice low but sharp.
Uther glanced over his shoulder. "Somewhere private. No ears. No eyes. Just you, me, and the man who might help you destroy Jasmine."
"Why didn’t we just meet somewhere else better?" Anna hissed harshly as she looked around the forest. "Why go through any of this even?"
"Because it’s supposed to be discreet." Uther responded a hint of irritation in his voice.
"What does that have to do with us not riding a horse or better still shifting. And why am I wearing these ugly and dirty clothes." She asked as she perceived the filthy coat she had on.
She was revolted by the stench.
"We can’t ride horses because we need to mask who we are. We also can’t shift because we have to hide our scent. Looking this way can help prevent anyone from remembering us. And that’s the last thing we want." Uther said. "If that’s too much for you then I think Jasmine would enjoy your seat in the pack."
Anna clenched her teeth.
Just hearing her name again made her stomach knot with loathing.
She said nothing and went on with him.
They walked for several more minutes before reaching a small clearing.
At the edge stood a decrepit tavern—its wooden exterior weathered and sun-bleached, windows shattered, roof sagging.
A place that reeked of abandonment and secrecy.
"In there?" Anna asked, disgust curling in her voice.
Uther didn’t answer. He merely pushed open the heavy door and stepped inside.
Anna followed reluctantly.
The tavern was dim, lit only by a few flickering lanterns nailed haphazardly to the walls.
Dust hung in the air.
The people inside laughed and drank.
There were half naked women on the laps of men while they chattered.
The noise was something else.
"This way." Uther instructed towards a table and she followed right behind.
He led her to a man sitting at a table in the corner.
Uther ushered her a seat as he took his.
She sat down and only then did the man look up at her.
He was mean and looked hideous.
His face looked bruised, like he had gotten beaten recently.
She wondered what caused that.
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