Nightingale glared at the Moon-eating Sky Wolf as they rushed down from the top of the mountain. She tried her best to teleport to the snowy mountain, and her strength sent the snowflakes on the ground flying.
Pieces of memories invaded her mind.
It had been ten years. She would never forget that year's winter—a silver-moon wolf had killed her parents. Her parents' bloodied bodies, as well as the sounds she heard before they died, were still fresh in her mind. She would never forget the magical beast that had killed her parents. The mockery in her eyes was filled with cruelty.
"It can't be wrong; that Moon-eating Sky Wolf is the magical beast from back then!"
Nightingale gritted her teeth. Despite the fact that nearly ten years had passed and the magical beast in front of her was a Moon-eating Sky Wolf rather than a silver-moon wolf, she was certain that it was the same one that had killed her parents back then.