Chapter 92: Three Faithful Hearts

(Cassandra)

EVEN if I knew I would be late for my dinner plans with Valerian, I still could not stop myself from parking my car in front of an establishment after seeing the Alpha King’s face which was currently being shown through the electronic billboard.

And the parking lot was the best spot for it.

I first heard about the werewolves when we were in France. It was on the news. That was six years ago. It was the time when their existence was formally introduced to the whole world. Since then, I had been fascinated about wolves, about their forms, and about the places they frequent. I would often visit the woods hoping to see a glimpse of them but so far, I hadn’t had the chance to see any of them in person.

I couldn’t explain it, but they were all I could think about since then. I felt a certain type of attachment to them and I know it was weird because I was a human. Now that my exhibit was over and I had completely given up on finding my true identity here in the States, I wanted