Master of his heart (Brielle and Max)

Chapter 1144

Brielle felt a shiver run down her spine, her face turning ghostly pale. Almost on autopilot, she scooped up Isaac and placed him on Noir's back, giving the horse a firm slap on the rear. "Take him and go!" she urged.

Noir, smart as a whip, seemed to understand exactly what Brielle wanted. The horse turned to look back at her, feeling the pat on its neck-Isaac's little hand urging it to run.

Without missing a beat, Noir took off, quickly disappearing into the trees.

Brielle's plan was simple. Noir was a brave horse, but against a pack of panthers, it wouldn't stand a chance. The panthers were in the middle of their meal, and any intruder would be seen as a threat. If she and Isaac tried to escape together on Noir, they'd never outrun the pack. So, she stayed behind to draw their attention, giving Isaac a shot at safety.

With Noir, Isaac would be okay.

Seeing Noir and Isaac vanish into the distance, Brielle finally allowed herself to breathe. She had been holding it together through sheer willpower; the sight of the bloodied hunt would make even the toughest adult shudder.

Making such a clear-headed decision in that moment was nothing short of a miracle.

knowing they were out of harm's way, her legs buckled, and she sank to

Not a chance. She knew she couldn't outrun these panthers, the kings of the jungle. She'd be lucky to make it a few

panthers locked their golden eyes on Brielle, their muzzles still stained with fresh blood. A whirlwind of thoughts stormed through her mind, the sharpest being that she might never see Max

always believed

would mean seeing Max. She hadn't even had the chance to respond to his words from

ever be

hoped King would always stay King, never becoming Max again. If Max knew she was gone, it would

concern for her was just a shadow of Max's feelings, and now he

Brielle

be a distant memory. King with his childlike nature, might already be bored of her.

Max were to mourn,

realized just how many things she wasn't ready to let go of. In Beaconsfield,