Chapter 47. The Witch Is Diana?

Clad with the veil and the outdoor dress Diana got from her cousin, Lina, she leaped from one roof to another. Transferring from one cabin to another cabin within the old residential area of the Crescent Pack, Diana tapped the right side of her chest. A warm and hard surface welcomed her sense of touch, the Moon’s Tear was beating as if it was alive.

‘With this, the Werewofl Committee cannot usurp both the Crescent Pack and the Blood Claws Pack. I know now that the events of the past were somehow related to this necklace. All I have to do now is observe and see their next course of action.’ Diana thought as she welcomed the whip of the air as she raced above the rooftops of the imperial palaces.

The sun was at its highest peak as the branches of the Cherry Blossoms trees swayed from east to west or to south from the north. With the wind changing direction from time to time, her woodland scent disguise could not be smelled even with the heightened sense of the gammas and deltas.