Fated Reborn: The Wolf King's Bride novel Chapter 111

Chapter 111

Nyssa pov

A shaman?

Did he just say we were going to see a shaman?

1 stared at him in confusion, but he merely watched me with that same unreadable expression. Even after several seconds of staring, he said nothing, just glanced away and looked out the window like the conversation never happened.

My lips curved into a frown as I glared at him.

This was exactly what I meant about his shitty personality ruining any potential interest I could’ve had in him. If he weren’t such an ass, maybe I’d have actually liked him… considering how ridiculously good–looking he was.

I sneered and turned away with a scoff. If he wasn’t going to tell me anything, then why mention it in the first place?

Still… one thing was certain: whatever this visit to a shaman meant, it definitely had something to do with Darius’s decision not to reject me and to bring me here instead.

Whatever it was… I had no choice but to follow him and find out.

As the car glided down the road, silence filled the space between us. Neither of us said a word. The thick glass separating us from Cassian and Drake muffled their conversation, I could hear them talking, but not what they were actually saying.

It didn’t take long before the car came to a stop.

I watched as Darius straightened in his seat. Drake opened the door for him, and without sparing me a glance, he stepped out and walked away.

Before I could even gather my thoughts, the door beside me opened and I saw Cassian standing there with a smile, holding out his

hand.

“We’ve arrived. Let’s go, miss,” he grinned, his eyes curving into cheerful slits.

I couldn’t help but smile back as I reached out and took his hand, letting him help me out of the car.

“Thank you, Cassian. You’re such a gentleman, unlike someone I know,” I said, taking a light jab at Darius.

Cassian chuckled, rubbing the back of his head with a lopsided grin, as if he knew exactly who I was referring to.

“Let’s go, miss. The king has already gone inside.”

I nodded and stepped forward as he closed the door behind me.

The moment I looked ahead and saw the small house in front of us, I was taken aback. I hadn’t expected it to be so bright and well- kept, especially not when Darius said we were going to see the shaman.

Originally, when I thought of shamans, my mind went to the one we had back at the Emberfang Pack. She was an elderly woman who lived alone in a small house deep in the forest, far from civilization. Shamans often believed that distancing themselves from people gave them a stronger connection to the Moon Goddess.

And even though this place was also tucked deep in the woods, the shaman from my pack lived in an old black house that

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practically screamed creepy and haunted, with cobwebs everywhere, a roof that looked on the verge of collapse, and walls that seemed to have survived twice the span of her own generations.

Whenever my father offered to build her a better home, out of respect for her as our pack’s shaman and a powerful one at that, she always refused, claiming she liked the aesthetic..

Now, standing in front of the small white–painted house surrounded by a beautiful herb garden, the difference couldn’t have been more striking. It smelled sweet, calming… almost divine. The very air seemed to ease every part of my body.

“Is this the pack’s shaman’s hocked surprised as I turned to Cassian.

I

He nodded. “Yes, it is. This is actually the new pack shaman. She took over last year after her mother, the previous one passed away,” he explained, gesturing for me to walk with him.

As I stepped forward, I nodded in understanding, my gaze drifting to the vibrant herbs carefully planted in the garden as we made our way to the house.

“She must really be talented. Even if I don’t know much about herbs, these look like they’re hard to grow,” I said offhandedly.

Cassian chuckled and nodded. “You’re right. That kid actually loves growing herbs like this, and honestly, I’m surprised she’s managed to keep them this well despite how lazy she is.”

I raised a brow in confusion at his words. Did he just say… kid?

But before I could ask, we’d reached the door. Cassian opened it, letting me step inside.

And the moment I did, I froze for a second, stunned by how bright and warm it was.

The interior was cozy, inviting. Artwork lined the walls, candles flickered gently on the tables…

But what really caught my attention? Snacks.

Yes–snacks.

Chocolates, gum, cookies, and biscuits were scattered across every hard surface like it was a candy store instead of a shaman’s

house.

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