ce where she had spent her childhood with memories that were anything but pleasant. As far as she remembered, she had decided to accept the offer of

ther reason why not everyone has a hometown worth longing for. She should h

years ago, when her mother, Sylvie Blair, took her la

ylvie, her life became a living hell. She no

ithout the constant threat of fear. Tears had long since dri

ng slowly faded away. Era's eyes were wide open; reality had slapped her. Not

e you,

her mind every time she cried. She remembered the days when Sylvie had caressed and

ng her life. Era shouldn't waste all of

You're a strong wo

ow exactly when, but the voice always appeared at the right time, u

e wrapping up their activities. Some had finished gathering wood in the forest, others had just returned from the gardens, and man

meet many people along the way, except for those who were forced to continue wo

r much comfort to its inhabitants. The reason for this was the unfriend

med the canopy of the sky. Daylight was shorter than

er life in the city. It wasn't just about jobs, as the government paid special attention to those who

e she had graduated from high school. So when people questioned her journey-at least the bus driver

bright sun shining, everything seemed easier. Without the shouts and ang

yes.

to La Bay Beach. It must have been because she missed Syl

the grave, Era ran into som

uttoned shirt and a shabby jacket that seemed to have not been washed in who knew

t again, you dis

lt the increasing cold make her shiver. He

ap

roached Era with a fleeting memory that had crossed his mind;

g Sylvie's grave.

ecause the cold had really penetrated her whole body, a

miss Sylvie

ppened. Everything happened so fast that she coul

Her consciousness was on the edge, and

she saw Amias rifling through her backpack. He emptied eve

on. He turned around as he ope

s all y

ealized something. Apparently, she was still powerless under Amias' intimidat

"You're just a

silent, holding her breath. She was familiar with Amias'

Don't let him

me in and circulated the blood to her

a corner. It showed her that the arrogant fi

re cash tonight, but does the boss a

as. The cold was gone, and now it seemed to be replaced by an unfamiliar

ely gets close to men. So, consider her as one, and even if she's not a virgin, i

ed her hand. She grabbed the old radio on t

r, Era. Don't you know her? So com

He turned around in pain and saw Era standing, breathing heavily. The old rad

, yo

it with all her might. Not surprisingly, Am

Hello?

s echoed repeatedly, but she remained unmoved. The only thing

ut an hour. If there was no sudden heavy rain, she could be sure to leave

nhaled the air as deeply as she could. She remembered her actions agai

a. You did th

head. Era frowned and wondered if i

it sounded absurd. Era believed it was the voice of

ow you are always strong. You've en

ve words. She felt empowered, and suddenly courage coursed through her veins.

nk

me. I'm glad I could help you. We will alw

or had an overactive imagination. In fact, i

the bus she was waiting for would arrive soon. She becam

t's

ned around and saw a group of people runn

fter

and puddles that never dried. Ignoring the splashes

I goin

matter. No matter how much courage she had, it was impossib

in this village to help you. Everyone is afraid of

a Bennett's right-hand man. The conclusion was clear - Amias must have owed Mosha and couldn't pay him back. A

ldn't let that happen, and hopefully she could reach th

ccompanied by curses and shouts, created a commotion everywhere. The curtains of the windows along the street wer

initely s

ning. Behind her, the thugs continued to chase after her. Meanwh

h the rustle of the leaves and the whisper of the win

more. Just a l

slowly lost their strength. But that didn't mean Era would give up. She kept running, usin

tracks. She raised her head and stared

ge of Avaluna and its surroundings. Myths and legends of werewolves remained, creating the

are you go

s attacked her from opposite directions. Sh

thout blinking. She inhaled the air, le

er the Lun