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The young werewolf breathed his last, and as soon as he did, Erin escaped from underneath him, causing his fur to land on the dusty ground.

Erin breathed and watched the werewolf while his last words bothered her repeatedly. Necromancer.

What did he mean?

Erin covered the eyes of the werewolf and said a quick prayer to the moon to help him rest in peace.

Whatever was chasing him seemed to have been very powerful. For him to die that easily.

Then she thought of herself. She herself was bleeding, and the young werewolf's blood would soon catch the prey's attention in this area. Staying in this open area was not good for her. Still, she weighed her thoughts as she stood there concernedly.

As the werewolf fully transformed into his human form, Erin was sure that he was dead. She looked at his eyes that she'd covered while in his wolf form, but they were wide open now, which made Erin aware that whoever this man had seen was definitely a dangerous creature.

She quickly peered around her