The werewolf's name was Twila Parlow. She was a Parlow. A family name that was very familiar in her ear. A family that was involved deeply in the Blood Moon's Contract. A family that had chosen her to be a part of the bargain on this blood moon.
Was she the mayor of Ichorhold's daughter? Or was she Parlow's relative? What was she doing here in the demon world instead of staying in Ichorhold with her family?
Melva was confused. The longer she stayed here, the more she found the relatives of the families she had known back in Ichorhold. First it was Elisha, who was the daughter of the Halpines, the family that was very close to her. Now this young woman who had Parlow as a last name suddenly showed up. How could they end up here if they were from Ichorhold?
"Have we met before?" asked Twila curiously and Melva realised she had been staring a bit too long. "You seem to know me. I am sorry if we have. I do not remember meeting you."
