I cried when I walked out of the castle. The beta was following me, and all of the warrior's eyes were into me and kept walking as I could, but I made all of them to stopped gossiping with my stare.

　　They all have their heads bowed, especially those young werewolves, but the adults still had the nerve to look at me while exuding such a powerful aura—even if someone offered me advice, I wouldn't need it to be successful.

　　Ren prevented me from getting closer to ...