“Moon Goddess save the Luna!” the woman with the curly red hair hailed after a long unwanted silence.
Looking at her who had eyeglasses perched on her nose, I couldn't help but dart her a scrutinizing look, recalling my experiences in the past because her scent suddenly made me reminisce. It seemed like my wolf really recognized her scent.
I stepped closer just to see examined her face and her scent. “Excuse me, but I must ask this. Have we met before?”
I saw how Florence looked at me shortly before switching her wondering eyes, almost doubting, at the woman. She didn't say a word but waited for the woman's answer.
“I am afraid not, dear Luna,” the woman answered and smiled timidly at me. “I am training my whole life at my house with my father here in East Bilar. This is my first job a
