Chapter One Hundred Eighteen

Amante POV

“Take a look at that, Maziar. Those were the human beings werewolves have been wary about all their lives. Most of them does not even believe our kinds do exist.”

We were at the city center, fitting ourselves with the bustling people around. I could sense Maziar’s discomfort.

He was extremely anxious.

“Serves him right.”

The amusement in Amaltheo’s chuckle made me smile unconsciously. I turned towards the corner of a street where a street performance seemed to have caught everyone’s attention.

Maziar followed behind hesitantly. I was not bothered by the idea that he might try to escape, and I guess, he knows why.

As the night started to fade away, the crowd on the streets finally began to diminish as people go their separate ways.

“See that, Maziar? Nobody notices our existence within the human populace. There was not a reason to hibernate in that barren, frozen la