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Lustre’s POV

The sound of Miimii’s light snores filled our chambers as I flipped through the pages of a wrinkled old copy of a compilation of children werewolf folklores. My eyes skimmed over the pages and occasionally some lines had brought a childish grin to my face as I enjoyed the countless tales of the different people’s views on the how the very first werewolves had lived.

For about half an hour, I’d reading instead of getting some rest before I was called on for dinner duty. However, the moment I’d yawned and decided that after I’d gone through the next couple of pages I’d shut it and get some rest, I heard an inconsistent loud rap on the door that signaled that I’d probably not be getting any soon.

I murmured at the fact that my quiet time had been disturbed as I dropped the book on my bed and walked toward the door. I opened it and as I’d predicted I was met with a guard who’d most likely be calling for me or Miimii.

And chances were, it’d be me.

“Are you Lustre?” He’d asked