Chapter 43 Moon Church

FAYE'S POV

In my impression, they should even live in a cemetery with a pile of coffins.

"Not really." Norman and her vampires got out of the car.

"Then why did you bring me here?" I asked her.

“Don't worry, you just need to follow me." Norman abandoned the car and took me into the forest.

The deeper I went into the primitive forest, the more I understood why vampires chose to live in such places. The trees here were ancient and tall, almost blocking the sunlight all year round. The white mist continued to spread around, and the humidity was high. If I were still a simple werewolf in the past, I would definitely feel unhappy because of the excessive humidity.

Compared to this gloomy weather, werewolves prefer the feeling of sweating profusely while running.