Lillian’s POV:
The outside of the hotel looks like it’s in the middle of a war.
There were werewolves at every corner. They glared and growled at each pedestrian that passed by. Werewolves and humans are in boiled water as it is due to the war. With this, the situation only seems much more fragile.
There were hunters and werewolves in constant agitation with one another. One side refuses to leave until their luna is found, while the other desire for them to disappear entirely.
‘This doesn’t look good,’ Daisy said. ‘What are you going to do?’
Then, there she is, settled in the dark corner of the hotel - Emma Park.
She had a knife twirled around her fingers. No doubt, she is waiting for my execution.
‘Well, you did push her down nearly twenty floors.’
Times like this, I don’t
