Ruth was slowly learning more and more about the werewolves. She had completed reading books about their history, anatomy, social structures and their relationship, both personal and political, with other supernatural breeds and humans.
The more she delve onto their world, the more she got intrigued and learned.
And the thought of being the Luna of this world sent shivers of excitement and nervousness to her body every time.
"Mrs Payne, what do you think about my dreams? Do witches see the future?" Ruth asked while they folded the washed clothes.
"Why this sudden question?" The old lady asked.
"You know how I saw the attack on Edwin in my dreams. I just failed to interprete it in detail."
"Hmm... and how many times I have told you that you are not a witch?!" Mrs Payne put the petticoat on the pile of folded clothes before taking a towel to fold it.
"I am not saying that I am a witch. I know I am not. But then what about these dreams? They can't be a mere coincident!"
