Chapter 50

Invitation

None of the victims of rabid dogs survived.

Acro informed me. I rushed to the clinic with Sherizzah only to find out that Cormelio is already covered with a white blanket and all I can do is to hug his pale and cold body. Sherizzah consoled. The government provided the graveyard for free for those who died in the rabid incident. I sat the whole day in front of Cormelio's grave.

Curt, my patron, lost a child. People in my hometown were weeping anywhere I cast my eyes. I felt cold not because of the snow, but because I felt the same before: the day I lost my kind. One emotion is ruling me.

I stand on my feet when my knees feel cold from the snow. Looking at the gravestone in front of me, I form my determination. I am a werewolf from the past. I wouldn't be here in the future if it wasn't for the tragedy... if those black wolves never overdosed themselves in pride. They took and are taking everything away from me. All those lifetime cynicism is becaus