Chapter 521
521
521
Third Person’s POV
She was taken away by force. Before that, she had parents and a brother who doted on her despite her mischievous ways.
The rabbit doll wasn’t made by Paisley’s brother, but by hers.
But she couldn’t recall many details, such as the faces of her parents and brother.
She also had grandparents who loved her dearly.
A warm and gentle voice from her memories whispered, “Oh, my little Poly, when will you grow up? When will you become more sensible?”
Paisley quietly walked beside her and gazed at the view outside the window, softly saying, “What a beautiful sky.”
The word “sky” struck her like lightning.
“Skemon, if you keep spoiling her like this, she’ll grow up wild and unruly.”
“Skemon, come quickly! She’s broken her leg!”
Her chest heaved with emotion, and sweat beaded on her forehead.
“I…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper. “My father’s name is Skemon, and the rabbit doll was made by my brother. Everything you said just now–it all happened to me. You know where my brother and parents are, don’t you? They didn’t abandon me; I was taken away against my will…”
Tears slid down her fair cheeks, and she quickly wiped them away, taking several deep breaths.
She stared fixedly outside, afraid to look at Paisley, afraid to turn around, lest her tears flow. uncontrollably.
“Your brother is Caldwell. He works for the Blackthorn Pack and serves as a royal administrative officer. He took up this position to leverage the royal family’s resources to find you.
the
“After you disappeared, your father resigned from his post to search for you full–time. He looked for you for a decade until your grandmother passed away. Since then, your brother Caldwell has taken up search.
“To this day, your father remains in Garfield County, waiting for your return. He can barely move now, but insists on staying, saying that someone must wait for you at home. As for your mother and grandfather, due to poor health, Caldwell has brought them to the capital.
“Before coming here, I wasn’t sure if you were Poly, but now I am certain. Your name isn’t Asa or Astria. You’re Poly, Skemon’s daughter and Caldwell’s younger sister.”
Tears streamed down Poly’s face.
Asa was the name given to her by the circus manager. He said it was hard for her to survive and wanted
her
1/3
C
521
to cherish herself from then on, hence the name Asa .
“Paisley, please help me. I have so many questions . Can we find a place to talk privately?”
Paisley nodded, understanding that Poly was concerned about the omega, Aurora, at the door.
In a bright voice laced with vibrant crimson pheromones, Paisley said, “There’s half a floor above this top floor where we can see even farther. Would you like to go up there?”
“Can we go even higher? How? Are there stairs?” Poly asked, barely holding back her sobs.
Her light jasmine pheromones trembled with nervousness, and her wolf ears pricked up slightly.
With a mischievous grin, Paisley’s crimson pheromones flickered like lively flames. “If you trust me, I’ll take you up there–fly up.”
Her fingertips faintly revealed the shadow of wolf claws, sharp with confidence.
“Ah?” Poly was startled. Her light jasmine pheromones instantly contracted like petals caught in a gust. “That’s too dangerous.”
Her pupils widened in surprise.
Paisley tilted her head proudly, her crimson pheromones tinged with a hint of competitiveness. “You’re supposed to mate with Eugene, a werewolf general. His mate needs courage. Never mind then. If you’re not up for it, we won’t go.”
Aurora poked her head in from the doorway. Her wooden pheromones betrayed her urgency. Paisley was clearly testing her bravery. She should just go up. Why hesitate?
From the doorway, Aurora urged, “Astria, go up with Paisley. The view from up there is much better than from this tiny window.”
Poly, with her back to Aurora, hesitated for a moment. Her light jasmine slowly unfurled amid her conflicted thoughts.
Then she reached out to Paisley and said, “If you wish to go up, I’ll go with you.”
Paisley grasped her arm. Her crimson pheromones surged with vigor. With a powerful leap, she landed on the windowsill, then sprang upward. The shadow of her wolf tail arced neatly behind her, carrying Poly with her.
The half–floor above was actually a platform beneath the tower’s spire, ten feet above their private room. For Paisley, even with someone in tow, the ten–foot climb was effortless.
Her wolf claws securely gripped the brick edge, her movements as agile as a hunting falcon’s.
The top–floor platform was seldom visited. The café hadn’t installed stairs, so the only way up jumping like Paisley.
by
Besides, the four large platforms on the lower level offered views of the capital from four directions, making the tower–spire platform seem redundant.
2/3
3:12 Sat TO AUG. I
521
Poly stood on the bare platform. The high wind made her light–jasmine scent tremble , and her woll ca pressed flat against her hair, half–scared, half–thrilled by the height.
But even though few visited, the platform was spotlessly clean.
The small platform even had a swing set, accommodating two or three people.
3.3