Yarin's POV:
He looked very familiar - the same man I had chased away at the House of the Homeless.
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, so I deliberately moved closer. However, if it wasn't for my sudden high level of nearsightedness, then that man was him.
No wonder I had such a deep impression of him. There were no good people among the homeless, but his malice toward us was surprisingly great. His eyes were as sticky and disgusting as snot. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore and drove him away.
He was just a human vagrant and should not have any interactions with the werewolves. Why would he appear at the Moonlight Festival?
What I had seen and heard in the human world made me wary of human beings. I slightly pushed Heller, motioning him to look to the right.
Heller found nothing until he saw that suspicious man.
"It's him!" He exclaimed softly. "That man who was not kind to us. Didn't he get beaten up? Why is he here?"
