Staring at the street and the few passing people on it, Monica didn't realize when someone joined her on the balcony.

“Hey.” Amely stood next to her and put her hands over the railing. A slight breeze blew her hair, and it danced around her face for a moment.

Monica smiled at her, feeling like crying.

“How long was I out? What...” She gulped. “What did you do with the bodies in the forest?”

Amely looked up at the dark sky and shuffled a bit.

“Almost two days. We buried most of the turned wolves we found and started moving our pack members to our new land. We'll create a...