Heron’s POV

The man walked away without stopping, and I released the breath I was holding, I moved closer to the crowd and noticed their eyes weren’t on me, I was only hallucinating about the accusing gaze.

I moved closer and heard them discussing, they were busy whispering words to themselves. “Can you see that blood, it definitely doesn’t belong to a wolf” one of the villagers said

“Of course, we know a wolf blood when we see one, what do you think this is?” another said and an elderly man moved forward.

“This blood belongs to a Lycan, this is not a blood of a wolf” the elderly man...