TIARA THORNELLS
“All right, let’s do it this way.. I’ll help you to go find your brother.”
“R-Really, Miss? Thank you so much!”
And so, we set out together, the boy walking closely at my side. I could see the determination in his eyes, despite the exhaustion written on his young face. As we moved along the forested trail, our eyes scanned the area. “What’s your name, by the way?”
“Trent, ma’am...” he answered with a polite nod.
“Trent,” I repeated thoughtfully. “Terrence told me yesterday that your parents were among those wounded during the werewolf attack. How are they doing now?”
Trent's expression shifted. "My... Parents..." his voice softened. “Their wounds still haven’t healed... They got an infection, and now the mortal healers are struggling to treat them. That’s why my fathe
