LYCANO
Lycano didn't waste any more time. He immediately ordered his men to scour the mountain and look for traces of the woman that he so longs for years.
Werewolves' senses were sharp even at nighttime. They can see and smell living beings from meters away.
"This is my chance. I will not let it go this time," Lycano muttered to himself as his heart pounded in his chest while gazing up the Sorbus Mountain.
"If she is indeed alive, I will just cover up the story in Market Town and help her live in hiding," Lycano resolved to himself as he planned his next steps once he got hold of her.
"We saw a house with lamps on at the top of the Mountain, my lord," one of his men reported to him, making the muscle in his jaw tighten up.
"Take me there," he ordered, which he immediately obeyed.
True enough, there is a small house obscurely hidden from view. Giant trees were covering it, making it impossible for anyone to see it.
