Clara's POV:
Since the day this girl showed up in my life, it's been never really the same. She always keeps messing with me even if when I am telling her to get away. At first, I thought...she was just playing with me like the other scoundrels, but... she keeps chasing after me even if I try her to shove away deliberately.
But I am way different from these humans since I am a werewolf... or to be precisely an abandoned werewolf. I...don't know from where I belonged since each and every past memory was erased.
But all I know, when I opened my eyes on a rainy murky day, I was lying down near a worn-down deserted warehouse, with a small backpack placed right beside me. I couldn't even remember how old am I since when I woke up, I found myself as a small girl. Inside the bag, I could find a few notes where it was mentioned my name was Clara and some other relevant information needed to survive in the filthy world.
