Chapter 43 I Am No Longer His People

Emilia's POV "It has been a month, Emilia, and there are still no signs of the Crescents," Melanie uttered. "Isn't that supposed to be good news?" I asked. "It's not. Remus wouldn't simply let you go like that," she voiced her opinion. I looked at her. She puffed on her cigarette. She was right. I had spent countless years in that mansion, never out of Remus' sight, not even for a second. "Either you're exceptionally skilled at hiding, or they're plunging at searching," she finished her cigarette. After years of planning my escape, I had thought this through thoroughly. I knew Remus would assume that I would run as far as possible when I fled. He would search for me in distant lands while I remained a mere three towns away from the mansion. Moreover, he had no knowledge of my sister's existence-Melanie, who resided in namelessness, having married into another pack. "He'll search for Cercei," Melanie added, extinguishing her cigarette in the ashtray. "I won't allow him to take he