To say that Ember was overwhelmed was an understatement. She was beyond astounded by the knowledge that there was a hideout of werewolves in the center of Rustville, not by ordinary werewolves but the rogue one who was still in battle against the hunters and witches.
Ember stared at the girl in front of her before she let her eyes scan the huge basement that they were in. All eyes were on them, big, curious eyes.
Ember estimated that there were less than twenty people in that basement, not including her and Aron.
The basement was like a house, with a kitchen, a living room, and rooms that were separated by partitions.
When her eyes met the girl again, she was adamant about whether she’ll ask or not.
“You can ask anything, Luna. I will answer all your questions the best that I could.”
