Claymore Wielder, a Werewolf Hunter

~Mystery Man’s POV~

She was holding onto her dying breath. She looked at the bright sky where stars scattered beautifully in the Milky Way . But it was too cold for her. She could feel the water washing her body as she was stranded to the riverside. Not even one single muscle she could move. It was a miracle itself that she could survive that long.

She heard some people approaching. The steps were getting nearer. She smelled them. That was a familiar smell. She muttered, her lips were trembling in cold and pain, “Ansem? Casey?”

Ansem and Casey Grayson stood next to her body. They were looking at her and grinned. “You’re so tough, Sister,” Ansem said cruelly, seeing her only sister was fighting with death.

“Why are you betraying me, Brothers?” Hail asked.