"Yes. Of course, we witches and werewolves are different." A clear voice sounded in my ear, I found myself accidentally saying the words of the heart.
"I know you think I'm a kid, but I'm almost 100 years old. I grew up in the depths of the forest, so I only keep this lovely appearance. Don't look at me like I'm a child. I'm a very powerful witch." She winked and smiled at me. "But, sister, why are you walking with two werewolves? Oh, no, exactly, Lycans."
"Wolf... Werewolf! ?"
"The one next to you and the one driving in front of you." Vivian's raised voice made my eyes widen in confusion.
Thinking of Alen and Kral lying unconscious next to me, I was a little worried that being a werewolf would scare the girl, so I asked nervously, “You mean... You know who they are? Aren't you scared?
