Chapter 42

I wasn’t used to seeing some lifeless bodies lying in front of me, with blood seeping out of the bite mark as they hauled them inside the trenches. They just buried them on the ground as if it was just a normal thing to do. And the misfortune of these agents Sir Shelton sent left me unnerved. I couldn’t help but recall the time when my parents died at the hands of some werewolves. The time when I started believing that such a creature could exist. Now I couldn’t believe that I allied myself to the same creatures that killed my parents. I just didn’t know why I had this gut that told me I could trust them— the gut that continuously convinced me that they weren’t the creatures I assumed they were. And I also weighed the odds that came with working with the rest of them, and if I just complied, then I wouldn&rs