#Chapter 156: The Actress

Aria The morning sun was just beginning to rise over the pack lands the following day, casting a golden glow across the dew-covered grass. Darren and I stood at the edge of the village, waiting for the small group of refugees William had promised to bring. “They’re late,” Darren said, glancing at his watch. I shrugged. “He said there were more elderly this time. It’s not an easy hike for humans, you know.” Darren sighed, realizing I was right. Sometimes, I think he forgot that humans had a physical disadvantage to werewolves. No matter how much I got used to being a werewolf myself, I hoped I never forgot what it was like to be a human. It wasn’t long before the sound of footsteps reached us, and a small group emerged from the forest. At the front was William, his jet black air catching the morning sunlight. His sharp green eyes scanned the area, and when they landed on us, he gave a small nod of acknowledgment. Behind him trailed a handful of people, man