Chapter 69

  Erika’s POV

  I shook my head at him.

  "What's wrong, Lucy?" The middle-aged man asked worriedly.

  I pointed at myself, then pointed at the painting on the wall, and shook my head.

  "You're not Lucy?" The middle-aged man asked.

  I shook my head again.

  Immediately there was a look of blatant disappointment on his face.

  I knew it probably wasn't wise to reveal my identity to them now. I was their enemy. But I was desperate to know everything, and I knew instinctively that I might have something to do with the pack, especially the woman in this painting.

  "Then who are you? Why are you here?" The young man asked. He couldn't tell that I was the wolf he'd just hurt.

  I was silent. There was no paper or pen here. My phone was long gone too, and all I could do was make a gesture to suggest that I couldn't talk.

  "You can't talk?" The middle-aged man finally understood what I meant after I made many gestures.

  I shook my head.