Over a hundred years later

One city.

The sun is slowly fading over the hillside. The sky is gradually turning red. A little girl dressed in shabby but unusually neat clothes pulls the tall, thin woman along as she strolls through the woods on the outskirts of the city.

"Mummy, I'm hungry, let's go home."

"Okay." The woman looked dotingly at the little girl in front of her and knelt down to straighten her clothes.

The girl smiled innocently, her tiny tiger teeth leaking out.

"Ow~, ow~"

"Mommy, look, there's an injured puppy over there."

"Ow, ow!"

(You're the dog, your whole family is a dog, I'm a noble werewolf! I wouldn't be in such a mess if I weren't injured.)

Devon lay beneath the tree, grumbling inwardly. One of his legs was caught in a trap, and the blood oozing out was stuck to his fur.

"Mum, let's adopt this dog, he's so pathetic." Nymphia knelt down and stroked the dog's head compassionately. A charming scent lingered around her nose.