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Daciana’s POV.

I lay in bed with fear; everything that gave me confidence turned out not to be my greatest fear. Losing it all, Herveaux, my strength beauty, everything will be gone. Even Sylvia my wolf would not remember anything about me. The Vargulfs, I won’t deny not knowing how I got infected, I just cannot bring myself to regret it.

Maybe I should just leave everything and runaway, the human world would be great. It still wouldn't change my fate by stopping me from becoming a monster. In the past few days, I have avoided looking in the mirror because it aggravates my anxiety. I need to see Normani again.

Their hideout was several miles away from the city; the trees and bushes were cleared, and the path was cleared too. So unusual. Normani was seated at the entrance. I guess she must have seen me coming.

"I need your help," I pleaded humbly. I don’t usually beg, but I was on the brink of losing myself. "The almighty Daciana begs the lowlife Normnai, what do you want? This?" She d