Crescent's POV:

I had to take care of the rouges; they were going on a rampant, and they were strangely trying to move on the wrong person— my comfort. Why was it whenever she steps into the wild, the wolves go after her? It was strange.

When I told her I wanted to check on something, what I saw was a roughed huge man standing in the middle of the forest.

He was a rouge, and it seems like he wanted to tell me something.

So I went to check.

I bared my claws at him, but he remained unmoved. He wasn't scared, but instead, had an expression like he...