She was in a poor hut made of old furs.

Although everything was clean and orderly, the boy’s ragged appearance and the desolation of this “home” made their extreme poverty obvious.

"Don’t you have parents?" she asked, trying to strike up a conversation while fighting the urge to vomit again.

"Did you lose your brain when you hit your head?" he asked seriously, making Aysling come up with the first excuse she could think of.

Amnesia. She couldn’t remember anything, barely her own name.

The boy narrowed his sharp eyes at her, and Aysling played dumb.

This kid was far too mature, sending chills down her spine whenever he looked at her like that.

Turning back to serve the broth, he gave her a brief explanation about their location and way of life.

This was the Fire Dragon Kingdom? Where was that?

Apparently, this was a human tribe, but werewolves also existed and were more powerful tribes.

The good news? Dragons lived here. The bad news? They could only be found in the capital, serving as