Five years later.
I walked out of the airport, pulling a small suitcase. Looking at this land, both familiar and foreign, I felt a mix of emotions.
Five
years. I’d gone from being a penniless, humiliated Omega to an independent, confident herbalist.
A rare Omega healing master in werewolf society always caused some talk.
Speaking of which, I had Luna Anya and Eric to thank for that, in a way.
If it weren’t for the hundred million dollars they gave me, who knows what would have happened to me alone in Europe. But because of that money, I not only finished the herbal studies I’d been forced to abandon due to poverty, but I also got a respectable job, becoming the head healer for several well–known werewolf settlements.
After leaving Los Angeles back then, I never thought I’d return to this place of heartache. When I finally decided to come back, I wondered if I’d run into any werewolves I used to know, but I decided not to care anymore.
A voice in my mind suddenly pulled me back to reality.
It was Orion.
Thank goodness, the pain of the past was long buried by time.
Thank goodness, I now had a new life, all my own.
A gentle, steady male voice sounded in my mind: “Sera, did you arrive?”
I nodded instinctively, then remembered he couldn’t see me, and said aloud, “Landed safely. Is everything okay on your end?”
“A small hiccup. Might have to stay a few more days before I can join you,” Orion’s voice held a hint of apology.
His voice brought a sense of calm to my heart.
Orion was a Beta herbalist I met in Europe, and also my current fiancé. He wasn’t overbearing like Alphas, but he gave me a sense of respect and security I’d never known.
“It’s okay, take care of things first,” I replied, a smile on my lips.
“You’ll have to check in at the Moonshadow Apothecary by yourself, I’m afraid,” he paused, his tone softening. “Take care of yourself. Don’t stay up too late mixing potions like last time.”
After hanging up, I walked towards the taxi stand, striding towards my new life.
A breeze lifted my long hair, making it flow behind me. On the other side of the airport terminal, Eric had just finished a meeting about medical resource allocation and was walking out, surrounded by a group of werewolf elders. He suddenly stopped, his nose twitching, as if he’d
caught a familiar scent.
He whipped his head around, his eyes scanning the crowd, and immediately locked onto a familiar figure in the distance.
His pupils contracted violently. He froze, his golden wolf eyes fixed on that direction, terrified that if he blinked, the figure would disappear.
The next second, he pushed past the people around him and ran in that direction, only to be stopped by a woman rushing towards him- Gianna again.
