What the hell is she doing here? And who is the man standing next to her? She also looked scary as hell; her eyes were red, like they were made of fire, and her hair wasn't brown anymore; she had changed it to blond.
She looked different, but I could notice it was her because of her scent. When people changed their appearance, it wasn’t so werewolves couldn’t find out who they were; it was only to avoid being captured by cameras or things like that.
“Why can’t I speak with Ares?” I asked her.
“Simple. This room is enchanted to prevent anyone from using supernatural abilities. After all, I captured the cursed one, so I needed to take some precautions,” she said, pointing to someone behind me. Of course, I couldn’t look at who that person was; I was strapped to my chair.
“Thank you f
