"When will she wake up?" a short-haired girl asked her friend who was busy tidying up the room.

"I don't know, Anne. Roger said maybe in a few days or a few hours?" The young man replied with a counter-question.

"I ask, you ask back. Why are you so annoying, Jack?"

Anne glared with annoyance, she couldn't understand her partner's way of thinking.

"Your fault, why ask me?"

"You are! I'm going to... Jack! Look at her eyes starting to open!" squealed Anne changing her sentence when she saw Ameera who was starting to open her eyes.

Jack immediately approached Anne and joined her in staring curiously at Ameera.

"Looks like she's about to wake up!" said Anne happily.

Anne and some people in her group had long ago found Ameera dying in the middle of the forest of death. They decided to take care of her and bring her back to the base. Seeing Ameera's terrible condition at that time, the rogues who found her felt sorry for her. Instead of ignoring her.

Because rogues are werewolves who are outcasts and do not belong to any pack, their lives are also sad because there is no value in the eyes of other immortal world residents. Moreover, the werewolves who are members of a pack very often look down on them, it is not uncommon for rogues like them to be captured and used as material for them to practice.

Indeed, rogues are wild wolves who often attack others, but not all rogues are evil and bloodthirsty. Ameera was an example of this.

Ameera had now opened her eyes, her nerves shrinking as she took in the incoming light. She blinked her eyes a few times to adjust to the light.

"Who are you?" asked Ameera flatly when she could see clearly.

The two people in front of her looked very unfamiliar, but they didn't look like they wanted to hurt her either.

"He can talk, Jack!" Anne sounded like she was seeing someone talk for the first time.

"I guess we'll have to check your stupidity after this, Roger!" said Jack irritably.

"It's you!"

"Hi! I'm Jack, and this is Anne. You are currently at our place, you should rest first. Your body hasn't fully recovered yet." Jack answered Ameera's question cheerfully.

He was a little mesmerized by Ameera's beauty when he realized, it was much more beautiful when he opened his eyes. Jack thought.

"Right! You rest first, Jack will bring some food for you," Anne said, getting closer to Ameera.

Ameera just stared flatly at the two.

'So they're the ones who've been making noise since yesterday?' Ameera's mind looked strangely at the two people in front of her.

"Why me? You're the one talking! You should be the one moving," Jack said, not accepting Anne's suggestion.

"You're a man, how can a man be in the same room with a woman!" exclaimed Anne in a wise tone.

"What do you mean, why not?" Jack asked in a stupid tone when he didn't understand Anne's words.

"You idiot! You better get lost!"

Anne immediately pushed Jack's body out of the room where Ameera was staying, now she stepped back to the side of Ameera who was just silent.

"What's your name?" asked Anne as she returned to her seat.

The twinkles of the story seemed to be unconcealable on her beautiful face, making Ameera feel a little funny as she stared at Anne's face.

"Ameera Alcmene," Ameera replied without changing her expression.

"May I call you Ameera?"

"Of course," Ameera replied.

"I'm Anne, just call me beautiful Anne."

Anne with a high level of confidence stared at Ameera with admiration, Ameera's face was fascinating to her.

Ameera noticed where she was, a room with wooden walls and a floor. There wasn't much there, just a small closet and the bed she was sitting on.

Suddenly Ameera felt her ears buzzing, she moved to cover her ears hoping it would get rid of what was bothering her.

"Ameera? What's wrong with you!" Anne said frantically, she was afraid something would happen to Ameera.

But she couldn't leave her alone.

"Ameera! Did you hear me?"

Ameera ignored Anne's panicked voice, she couldn't handle the buzzing in her ears. Making her prefer to ignore Anne for a moment.

However, there seemed to be something happening again that made Anne exclaim, "Ameera! There's a mark appearing on your forehead!"

Anne continued to watch the engraving that slowly appeared on Ameera's forehead, the white light seemed to make a crescent-like pattern. But she didn't know that other marks were also appearing on Ameera's body.

Ameera continued to endure the pain until it slowly began to fade, and the light that appeared on her forehead also faded.

"Are you okay?" asked Anne anxiously.

She looked at Ameera's thin body carefully, how surprised she was when she realized that not a single scar remained.

Whereas before Ameera's body was full of scars that they clearly knew would never disappear.

"Ameera! Your body is clean, look, not a single scar left," Anne exclaimed happily, she felt happy for Ameera.

Because while taking care of her, Anne often cried imagining what Ameera had gone through to get such severe injuries.

"You're right," said Ameera as she looked at her body which was back to normal.

She even felt refreshed now.

"Here's a mirror, look at that mark on your forehead!" said Anne as she handed Ameera a mirror.

Ameera accepted it without hesitation. Her eyes widened when she saw the mark on her forehead.

An intricate carving shaped like a crescent moon, it didn't seem to be something simple.

"What is that mark?" asked Anne in confusion, unable to tear her gaze away from the beautiful size.

"But Ameera, there seems to be something I'm missing."

Anne returned her attention to Ameera's appearance which she thought was different, but she had yet to find the difference.

"What?"

"I don't know, I don't ta... Oh my god! Your hair changed color!" She squealed as she noticed another change in Ameera's body.

Ameera looked back at her face in the mirror. It was true what Anne said, her black hair had disappeared.

"Are you the Moon Goddess?" asked Anne stupidly, she was completely amazed by the events she witnessed with her own eyes.

"Of course not," Ameera replied flatly.

"You're so amazing! You're many times more beautiful than before!" Anne exclaimed happily, she was very enthusiastic about Ameera's transformation.

Ameera just smiled a little at Anne's ramblings.

She understood that this was the result of the moon goddess' blessing on her.

There was no confusion in her, the current Ameera was the new and vengeful Ameera.

"Anne, can you take me to meet the leader here?" asked Ameera calmly, she wanted to know the place and who had been willing to help her.

"But you just woke up," said Anne worriedly.

"It's okay, I feel better already." Ameera persuaded with an expressionless face.

"All right, let me help you." Anne began to help Ameera off the bed.

They walked slowly outside.

"Does anything hurt?" asked Anne.

"Nothing, you don't have to worry too much."

"Oh yeah! I told Jack to get some food, that's where the old rat went!"

Anne continued to ramble on throughout their journey to the leader's place.

Ameera more or less had an idea about them and how they could help her from Anne's story, although it was incomplete. Because Anne said she wasn't the one who brought Ameera here.

Ameera was grateful that at least her body wasn't found by a vicious rogue or else her history would be over!

"Here we are, this is Roger's room. Roger likes to shut himself in here, just a moment." Anne moved slowly to open the door where Roger, the leader was.

Ameera waited quietly, she was a little curious about Roger who was willing to help her.

"Roger! Are you in there? I brought Ameera, the sick girl. She wants to see you," Anne said quietly.

"Come in, Anne."

Roger's reply made Anne smile a little, she quickly brought Ameera in and closed the door.

Roger, who sat facing Ameera, stared in amazement at Ameera who looked different from before.

Ameera's appearance was truly like a moon goddess. It made him unable to believe what he saw.

"Sit down, I'll make some drinks for you!" said Anne as she left, leaving Ameera and Roger.

Ameera looked closely at Roger, a strapping body that was manly and powerful. A masculine face with a sharp jaw. It made her certain that the figure before her was no ordinary Rogue leader.

"Your name is Ameera?" Roger said, opening his heavy voice.

After regaining his senses, Roger began to speak to Ameera.

"Yes, I came to thank you."

"There's no need to thank you, it's my duty to help people who are in trouble." Roger looked at Ameera about shady, there seemed to be something he was hiding.

However, Ameera did not know what it was. Maybe someday she would find out.

"Can you tell me where you found me? What was my condition at that time?"

Roger sighed heavily at Ameera's question.

"Okay."

Roger began to tell the story of when he found Ameera.

"The pack and I were trying to get to a new place because our old place wasn't safe anymore. You know, the life of a Rogue? Well, that's why we kept moving to different places.

This time the choice was the forest of death because few dared to enter there.

While on the way, I accidentally smelled a very thick blood odor from your direction. At first, I chose to ignore it and continue on my way because I thought you were dead, but I felt an air of life from a distance. It seems that the moon goddess loves you very much, doesn't she?" Roger explained with a chuckle.

Ameera just listened silently to Roger's story, she didn't want to interrupt him.

"I came closer, who would have thought I would find a dying girl? Your whole body is full of wounds, making me grimace. Imagining what suffering you had gone through to end up there, made me unable to ignore it.

I finally decided to take you with us, they didn't mind. They also thought the same as me, so we took care of you during this time." Roger continued with a sad look.

He still couldn't imagine how hard things were for Ameera.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"One year, it's been a year since you've been here. Even though there were a few setbacks in your condition, you always survived and came back fine." Roger looked at Ameera's bead with a strange feeling.

Ameera was devastated after hearing Roger's words, she remembered Zee who had left her.

"Are you crying?"

Ameera didn't answer Roger's question, she let her tears fall.

"Do you know how to bring back a dead wolf?" She said softly.

Roger froze at Ameera's words, what did she mean?

"It's impossible, isn't it?" asked Roger tensely.

"That's right, my wolf is dead." Ameera cried loudly, her heart aching.

Roger looked at Ameera with a regretful gaze, he couldn't believe that the girl in front of him had even lost her wolf. It was a great calamity for a werewolf.

'Who could have done such a heinous thing to this weak girl?' Roger thought angrily.

"So what are you going to do now?" asked Roger quietly, he was furious.

Ameera stopped crying, she remembered she had to get revenge. Now was the time!

She roughly wiped away the tears that had fallen down her face.

"I will avenge them!" Ameera answered Roger's question with determination.

This time she wouldn't be a weakling who could be bullied by anyone!

"All right, I'll support you! Let's get your revenge," Roger warmly welcomed Ameera, he knew it wasn't easy for the girl to survive with just a grudge.

"No need, Roger. I don't want to involve you guys in my revenge mission," Ameera refused.

She knew what Roger meant. Ameera did not want anyone to sacrifice for her, nor did she want to depend on anyone.

"It's okay, everyone here has long wanted to avenge themselves. But we don't have the ability. Living as a rogue is already difficult, let alone seeking revenge. We're not ready to accept failure," Roger explained confidently.

Ameera was transfixed by Roger's answer, she didn't expect to find people who shared the same fate as her. She was even more determined to get justice for herself and those who had helped her!

"All right, I agree! Do you have a plan?"