Rosina pulled the black hood of her robe to cover her face. She glanced back at the Castle with a sad smile before she walked away.
"Ah, this feels unbearable," Rosina whispered to herself as she walked into the vast forest of the 13th pack. It was too early in the morning that most wolves were asleep in their chambers.
The mists were thick and foggy in the forest, making it hard for Rosina to see, but she continued walking in a specific direction where her memories started rising in her brain.
The path became familiar, and the tight feeling in her chest made her breath rigid.
"I hate this," Rosina sighed deeply before stopping. She looked up at the massive tree before her. "I see. You're still standing."
Rosina looked at the tree with a bitter expression. It was the tree where she stepped on a trap, which led her to the 13th pack when she was young. She took a step forward with her arms extended and touched the tree trunk.
