I inserted my hand under my hunting shirt and felt a scar imprinted near my stomach. It burned my flesh because of the high concoction of wolfsbane. Even the antidote did not help to heal my scar.

Sighing, I knew that I shouldn't be surprised about this since I still had some other scars other than this. I had them since I was little when Papa had ordered us to use a weapon with wolfsbane coated in it.

"Is there something wrong?"

I glanced at Niccolo, who looked worried. "No, nothing." I handed him my sword. "Hold on to me. Alright?" He nodded.

I transformed into my wolf form. Niccolo...