A year had passed since I was officially exiled by the Greens. I had been living in the Grack Forest, a stretch of wilderness lying between the Black Pack and the Grey Pack.
With my healing ability, my eyes and tongue had grown back. My right arm and left leg had regenerated as well. My left arm and right leg were still in the process of healing.
I used wooden prosthetic limbs and wore a long cloak to hide them.
Those prosthetics were useless whenever I shifted, which was the main reason why I almost never did it.
To survive, I relied on traps instead of hunting in wolf form like most rogues did.
Even so, I never caught less prey than them. Like today, for example. My traps had caught three plump hares.
"Rissa, you caught a lot again today!" The voice of a little girl, no older than five, pulled me back to reality. She ran toward me with a wide smile, showing her tiny teeth.
I nodded, took one of the hares, and cut off its right hind leg. "This is for you."
