The Wetland City was still very lively in the early morning.
Maromatha had dark circles under her eyes that looked like smokey makeup. She returned to the community of the werecats and found a few elders who were in a meeting.
She walked in without any hesitation and sat among them.
As the daughter of the last clan chief and as the only Mage in the clan, Maromatha's position in the clan was quite high.
Otherwise, she couldn't have persuaded almost all the werecats to come with her to this human city.
"Matha, you're back. How's the intel gathering?" asked a certain tiger-skinned werecat elder.
The other werecats looked at Maromatha with expectant eyes.
They were also curious to know the situation in Wetlands City now, and how the werecats were being treated.
The Golden Sons near Tebesia before had been good to them.
So good that they almost suspected they were in a dream.
