Kaya's POV:
The forest in the early morning was always a lot more humid than the boundless plains. When a stream of dew wet the bottom of my pants, I suddenly thought of a certain ordinary day many years ago. Back then, I was just a little girl. I followed my mother, who was on a business trip, to the edge of the elf forest.
My mother pointed at the barely visible guard tower beyond the horizon and told me it was the werewolves' territory. I was still young and innocently asked, "Is father over there? When will he be back?"
My mother did not answer me, and my father would never return.
It had only been three years since the end of the Wolf-Witch war, and the lingering effects still affected all the races. Although it was called the 'Wolf-Witch war', how could those crazy people whose brains were blown up by magic only target the werewolves?
