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Chapter 7

Was that a wolf's cry?

Jane suddenly doubted her decision, but felt it should be okay since the cry came from afar. It was now or never!

She knelt on the sharp edge of the hill, took deep breaths, and began her descent. She never imagined she would learn rock climbing the old fashion way.

The feeling of discomfort in her stomach heightened her senses. For a moment, she could feel her heading, vision, and sense of smell was comparable to that of a superhuman.

Jane dared not look down, instead looking sideways at the rocks below her. She could see specks of bright red blood printed on the rocks she withdrew from.

The jagged rocks sliced her flesh open, but Jane's brain had a delayed reaction, feeling no pain in her palms. The more she descended, the less fear she had.

In a distance, Alexander and the others drew closer to the helpless lass.

"I don't know if I would call her a spy, after seeing her fear." Dugo commented.

After many years of meeting shrewd enemies on the battlefield, Dugo's instincts led him to believe she wasn't a spy... Or at least not one who was oblivious to her role yet.

Ultimately, all these were guesses.

"My Laird, should we go over yet?"

Alexander's gaze never left Jane's face. "No. Keep watching."

Lass... Why do you feel so familiar to me?

In her struggling predicament, Jane had no idea she wasn't alone. Her hands were bloody but her eyes were full of content, seeing that she hadn't fallen to her death yet.

She knew how difficult her situation was.

Her arms ached, her fingers throbbed, and the many scratches on her stomach and thighs were starting to burn. To top it all off, her palms were fully covered in blood, making her grip less sure.

Too late!

One of her hands slipped, and Jane now found herself hanging by a thread.

Ahhhhhhhh!~

She didn't mean to shout, but it happened suddenly.

What to do? What to do?

Jane hurriedly wiped off the freed hand on her clothes, hoping to use it as support before her other hand slipped, but it was too late.

No!

Jane's face turned pale, feeling herself fall at an alarming rate.

Was this how she would die?

Jane's mood was indescribable, as the weight of gravity tugged fiercely from below. She closed her eyes tightly, awaiting death to claim her as its own. But somehow, the wait seemed long.

Eh? Didn't they say death was a painful experience?

With one eye closed Jane sneakily peeked, only to see a side-glimpse of a burly chest staring her in the face.

"Mr. Death?"

Pfft~

Brodie turned around, keeping his back to Alexander. He thought he had hidden his actions. Sadly, his shaking shoulders sold him out.

Dugo playfully slapped the back of his head, warning him to behave. "Ye want a beating from the Laird?"

Brodie smiled awkwardly. "Sorry. Sorry. Don't mind me. A'm laughing at the strange clouds in the sky." As if to convince them, he pointed to several of them. "Look. Look! That one looks like Leith's large head and that one resembles Dugo's bent feet."

Dugo and Leith had black lines on their faces. They were so angry that their fangs almost synched out from their mouths. But in the presence of an outsider, they dared not show their true forms.

"Don't mind him, little lass. He's a wee bit daft."

Daft? That was a word that the Scots used a lot, wasn't it?

Frozen in the strange man's arms, Jane was unable to do anything but sit still. Her eyes were transformed to the man's face.

Goodness!

He was handsome as a devil's. His face was lined with a few scars that did nothing but enhance his manliness. It was as though every scar was right where it was supposed to be.

His face, though young, shone with ancient wisdom that made her feel he could peer through her soul. How can someone look so good, even when they frown?

Lowering her eyes from his face, Jane turned bright red after stealing a fruitful glimpse at his pecs. Jane felt the sight of him alone could impregnate any woman. She, who was almost drooling, had to murmur short prayers to keep her sanity in check.

"The Laird is my shepherd. I shall not want. I shall not be confused by enticing bodies."

Pfft~

This time, Brodie's laughter was unmistakable. Never in his life had he seen such a funny lass.

He laughed and slammed his fist on the edge of the hill with tears rolling down his cheeks. Dugo and Leith also laughed for the first time.

If it were ordinary humans, they shouldn't have been able to hear her whispers. But who were they? Werewolves. They heard it all.

The poor lass was obviously attracted to their Laird's body. Sadly, she was bound to be disappointed, since their Laird already had a fated mate.

Oh God! Did she say that out loud? Jane's already flushed face turned a darker shade of red. Any redder and they feared her head would blow up.

Shall not be decided by enticing bodies?

Alexander's lips twitched, looking at the bold lass in his arms.

No woman has ever scrutinized his physique so boldly. She even dared to touch his muscles, though she immediately retracted her hand after realizing it herself.

Even in the highlands where they were more free than the English in rules, maidens wouldn't dare do what she did unless they were married or assisting healers in stitching wounds.

Some of the English did use some women to help them take baths, but they, highlanders, scoffed at such actions. They considered every moment of the day vital. So they had no time to indulge in such frivolities, unless from their partners.

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