“I've been keeping tabs on them.” Liora, my childhood friend, had to move to another pack, as far as I can remember, because her family was accused of burning down the house of one of the general warriors in the Moon Glazed Pack.
I recognized her as Liora because of the necklace she wore. The shimmering pearls encircled her neck, with a genuine shell pendant hanging in the center, swaying gently with every movement. I remembered that necklace; I had made it, stringing it together with trembling hands when we were just kids.
"Liora? Is it really you?" My voice trembled, a mix of shock and anger. "Why are you here?"
Liora bowed her head, her voice soft yet resolute. "Yes, it's me, Barbara. I had no choice. I had to do this to protect my family."
Prily, who had been eyeing her suspiciousl
