Who? | The Dhampir (Book Two)

XXIX

George

I should start looking for Jared today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror as I wear my cape. I fix the pins tucking my bangs.

Where are you, Jared?

"Let's go?" Clarkson asks when I get my bow.

I nod at him and smile.

"Bye, Tuna!" I look at the cat and wave at him.

"Meow," the cat replies while his tail sways.

Clarkson opens the door for me and gives me a soft smile.

"Bye," Clarkson says, "Tuna," he continues and closes the door.

We walk outside.

This place.

My gaze roams around the village. Behind these organized and disciplined citizens are the higher-ranking officials allying with their enemies. I thought this place was perfect. But it is far from an ideal village. There are so many tangled and overlapping cases.

My mother tried to seek the truth. But she is in the dungeon after seeking that truth.

I've been staying here in less than a month but it seems like a year already. The citizens here welcomed me. But now I'm labeled as a daughter of a traitor.

Despite all of this, I realized...

Our Alpha hasn't yet.

He never welcomed me.

"Saufe!" a little girl greets and waves at me.

"Saufe," I softly reply.

I wonder why.

Is it because I'm a half-blood?

I'm from mortals?

"What's wrong?" Clarkson asks and squeezes my cheek.

"Mm?" I raise my eyebrows. "Just... thinking of something."

"There is a serious problem going on," Elis begins while checking each student.

The whole class forms a huge platoon formation.

"There are werewolves who stole chickens in the farm," he says.