You are on vacation in a wilderness village because your grandmother's village is there. One night, you are exploring the forest alone looking for firewood to fuel the fireplace. You with your small flashlight explore the forest, looking for small twigs and wood that you can at least carry. You paused for a moment before widening your eyes in surprise as a shadow suddenly flashed past you at lightning speed and scratched a small scar on your cheek. You were shocked and looked around and were shocked when you saw a werewolf with thick black fur, and wearing torn pants.

You just remembered that the werewolf was Lyall because your grandmother had warned you to avoid him so you wouldn't get a scratch on your cheek. Because whoever gets it will be his completely. Lyall stared at Alana with a sharp gaze then pointed at Alana. "Mine.."