Chapter 49. Their Resemblance

Ryan drove like his car would tear the road open with its force. It wasn’t just his vehicle that wad racing, but his mind was too.

He couldn’t shake off the eerie resemblance even Sherry’s words had with that of his Sherizad.

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[Flashback]

The timing was just after the attack on Tristan’s pack.

Sherizad was on her way to report to her father.

But she stopped midway.

She stopped in the middle of delivering such an important news because she found a stray kid on the forest bed, lying on the cold ground and bleeding from his mouth as if he had been poisoned.

“Midnight, there is no time to waste. You go ahead and report back to father.” She instructed, bending over the boy and checking for his pulse.

“On it,” Midnight bade her farewell before disappearing, “But be careful. The woods are not safe any longer, even for werewolves.”

Sherizad nodded.

Sherizad leaned in closer to inspect the boy’s mouth, her heightened sense