Yarin's POV:
Azazel walked to the window so I could see the scenery outside.
Under the bright light of the street lamps, a layer of falling snow appeared even more crystal clear. Not far away, a few tents that were supposed to be temporary strongholds were silent. There were no hostages, warriors, or anyone I knew.
The car was still parked by the roadside. Clearly, they did not leave.
"What did you do?" The fear that I could ignore earlier now gradually filled my heart. "What did you do to them? Those hostages and werewolf warriors?"
"I didn't do anything, child. You have to ask yourself what you did to them."
He turned away from the window and walked out of the office.
At the door, I saw a familiar figure lying on the ground. It was Aunt Eve.
Her eyes were tightly shut, and her breathing was steady. Her body had no fatal injuries as if she was asleep.
It was so similar to Lily.
