Chapter 218 Trapped by Snow
Sienna was right. Rosalie and the others had stayed here before-but later, they fled.
“They came from Vaford,” Sienna said. “They must be heading back there now.
“If we follow the road the whole way, we’ll definitely find their trail.”
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Bert squatted down and grabbed her chin. Sienna froze. Then he lifted his hand and wiped the blood from her face.
“You’re right,” he said calmly. “Get up. Lead the way.”
Sienna finally relaxed. She pushed herself up from the ground and was about to step outside when Bert suddenly spoke again.
“Wait!”
She turned around, confused, and saw him smiling.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Bert said. “We’ll rest first. We’ll chase them tomorrow.
“With snow this heavy, they can’t have gone far.”
Sienna smiled too, understanding at once.
It was dark. The snow was thick. No one could travel far in this weather.
And with the cold and no rest, they would be exhausted. That would make it easy to catch them the next day.
With that thought, Sienna stopped worrying. She lay down and saved her strength.
Rosalie and the others traveled through the night. But the wind and snow only grew worse, and they could barely see the road.
By the time daylight came, they hadn’t made much progress.
At least for now, Bert hadn’t caught up. Reid and Rosalie were completely drained. Their arms and legs felt numb, and their eyes could barely stay open.
Leon and the others were tired too, but not as badly.
After checking their surroundings, Leon said, “Matriarch, let’s rest before moving on. The snow is getting lighter here. We should be close to Vaford’s territory.”
Rosalie nodded. She hadn’t slept well the night before and had walked all night. She badly needed rest.
They took out some cooked food from their packs. It was cold, but it was enough to fill their stomachs.
Gael and Cameron held the corn and chewed quietly. The cold corn tasted slightly sweet.
Dark circles hung under their eyes.
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They weren’t just walking. They were watching their surroundings and protecting Rosalie the whole time. It drained their focus and energy.
After sleeping for about an hour, Rosalie still hadn’t fully woken up. When Cameron called her, she was groggy and slow to respond.
She forced her eyes open. Just hold on, I can sleep properly once we get home.
Rosalie turned to Reid, worry in her eyes. “Are you okay? Can you still walk? Maybe Cammo can carry you.”
Reid shook his head. He was exhausted, but he couldn’t slow them down.
“I can do it,” he clenched his teeth and said firmly. “Don’t worry about me.”
The five of them continued forward through the snow, heading home.
A few hours later, Bert arrived at the same spot.
He looked at the food scraps scattered beneath the trees, then lifted his gaze toward Vaford.
The heavy snow had completely erased their footprints, but Bert’s own tracks pressed fresh into the white ground.
By noon, Rosalie couldn’t go on anymore. Her legs gave out, and she collapsed into the snow.
Leon reacted instantly. He pulled her up and carried her beneath a large tree.
Rosalie was breathing fast. Every breath came out in a thick white cloud,
Her eyes were closed, her face was tight with pain, and her skin was an odd shade of red.
Gael pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. It was burning hot.
He exchanged a look with Cameron. Then both turned to Leon.
“The Matriarch has a fever.”
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