Suddenly, the creature withdraws its limbs from me. I drop to the ground, trembling. Klevon attacks and Theo kneels before me. He lightly touches the surrounding skin on the open wound on my neck. I can feel it. Something is in my veins. Something… ancient and… from the gods. The smell… it’s so familiar as if I am at home.

“F*uck! Poison,” the creature in front of us says. “What the heck, is that? A she-wolf? Why is a werewolf slave being protected?”

“She is no longer a slave,” Klevon says. His massive broadsword is out and pointed at the creature, whose mouth is still dripping with my blood.

“Kaiya?”...