Chapter 132 Mongrels

• In front of a brewing blizzard, Soleyah stood with her chin held high.
• Her grip on the humungous crescent-shaped sword tightened as her red scarf swayed from the frosty blow of the familiar northern breeze as if it were welcoming Soleyah.
• ‘Let me out, Soleyah,’ Aria—Soleyah’s blessed wolf—snarled a command at the back of Soleyah’s mind. Her wolf was pretty agitated from the thought of revenge. Finally, after years of injustice, her father’s murder would be avenged by her.