Chapter 122 Yone's Condition

　　Caitlyn's POV

　　"Hide," Leona urgently admonished me before pulling me into the crevice, shrouded in darkness.

　　I stood in the corner, holding my breath, relying on the hope that the visitor hadn't detected anything unusual. However, even if they had, I knew I might have to transform and forcibly extract Leona from this situation.

　　With that belief, I listened intently to the distant footsteps echoing in the alleyway—thud, thud—each step feeling like a blow to my heart.

　　Soon, a tall werewolf emerged before us, his silhouette flickering in the dim candlelight, casting ghostly shadows on the empty wall.

　　For a moment, I froze, meeting the man's gaze, my breath growing heavy.

　　"You're Caitlyn, aren't you?" His voice carried a stern, murderous aura, his brow furrowed in suspicion.

　　"Yone," I murmured, my voice trembling slightly as I cautiously approached the light.