What Really Happened with the Crown?

The sun was shining quite mercilessly in the island of the Gods. But it didn't matter, as the breeze came every now and then. Nice, actually, but Heon didn't have time to enjoy any of that when he was face to face with someone who could shine a light in the mess of his life now.

So, Heon asked the werewolf boy again. "Who are you?"

To say that Tero was a kid, still, was almost inappropriate. He just found out that the elementary grade-like boy was a lot older than he looked. At least, that was what Devi said. Perhaps, werewolf people aged very little during the years, compared to normal humans.

However, being stared down like that is still an uncomfortable feeling in Tero's nerves. No matter if he was older than Heon himself, the werewolf boy quickly averted his gaze away.

"You know who I am," he said defensively, "Tero Paledust. Master Aaric Langhorne's apprentice."