PROlOGUE

Elena's POV:

Someone is following me.

This is not the first time.

It was completely dark and the entire city of Ubi was lit up with neon light after neon light. It was cold, and I exhaled slowly, with a little white frost.

I wore very little, but I didn't feel that cold, because I had a different physique from ordinary humans, and although I was still weak in werewolves, it was enough for resisting the cold.

Someone was following me, and I tried to shake him off. After passing through the glazed tree street, and turning into the butterfly alley, and bypassing the green flower bank, the journey had already taken a long time longer than my usual way home, about 40 minutes to an hour.

That sticky feeling of being followed always haunted me and kept me from letting my guard down.

And around the alley for a long time, the feeling of stickiness slowly subsided. I wandered around for a while longer and returned to my apartment at almost 12:00 pm.

This apartment is very dilapidated, the best I could find, a floor of at least twelve households, the age has been very old, walking too fast, it will "creak and creak", often accompanied by neighbors yelling.

I live in the top floor of the attic, too humid, every time it rains, the attic is more prone to water than other places, the whole rainy season is damp and musty. I actually rarely live here. Mr. Christian bought a house in the very sunny Goldfish neighborhood, and I lived there at first, but a year ago I decided it wasn't a good idea to start a business in Butterfly Alley.

In the most chaotic Butterfly Alley I opened a pawn store, which was supposed to be a business loved by the Orientals, and it cost me a lot of money to take that store from an Oriental who was leaving Ubi City.

Two months ago, the pawn shop was smashed, and I hurried back from the Goldfish neighborhood to find the glass doors smashed to smithereens, not like a robbery, but like a vent of anger.

I got someone to come and repack the store, and after only one night it was smashed to smithereens again, and the monitors at the door were in pieces, and their bodies were lying on the floor.

I can no longer live in the goldfish neighborhood, I have to guard the place day and night.

A month ago, I finally found the culprit, that is, Robin, who fixed the locomotive in Butterfly Alley, he is a total landlord, he should not be human either, so in this case, we all can not call the police.

For Ubi City, the non-human thing, naturally, has its own solution. Therefore, our police reports are often not accepted.

He has harassed me more than once, and the first time I showed up in Butterfly Alley, he gave me a frivolous whistle, but his look was so horrible that the action didn't look good, instead it looked very ugly and intimidating.

Whenever I see such a tough guy, I can't help but cower a little, but I will immediately react in the next second that this is no longer Mr. Leonardo's estate.

I turned my face away and made myself look expressionless. Over the years, I had gradually learned to get rid of my old habits.

I went to the bathroom to wash up, thinking about the peculiarities of this apartment, I still decided to use the stool against the door. I took a hasty shower, only to realize that it was probably too cold outside, and at that moment my face was pale, as if I was in shock.

I looked at myself in the mirror, and my old long hair had been cut short when Randall was born, and my skin was in much better shape after not having to do a lot of things myself. The most important thing is my eyes, I am not the same as before.

I exhaled slowly, and through the bathroom door, I suddenly heard some movement coming from outside the door, like someone shaking the door panel.

Thinking about the fragility of that door panel, I straightened up alertly. I quickly turned off the lights in the room and walked to the living room keeping my footsteps as light as possible.

The door was indeed shaking, as if it had been deliberately shaken. I did not make a sound and stared at the light coming from beneath the door panel.

The light was interrupted by two feet, but who was outside the door? I should have been nervous, but I wasn't. My heart was beating wildly, but I remained calm and mentally ruled out those I suspected.

The sound suddenly stopped, but the person outside the door certainly did not leave, and I heard someone whispering. I couldn't resist taking two steps forward to hear what the people outside were saying.