“Welcome to the 151th annual werewolf meeting Ms. Rockwood.” The girl at the reception said curtly in a professional tone. The badge on her chest says Aubrey. She continued typing away at the screen in front of her not bothering to look at us.

“Where is Mia?” I asked, Mia was the girl I met last year on her position. Although it wasn’t my business, I was curious what happened to her. she finally stopped typing and looked up to meet my gaze. She must be of my age or a year younger but her eyes were dead of emotions, they were old as if they have seen so much...