Sylvia's POV:

I kept silent. Whenever my mother would be mentioned, I was always filled with resentment. These werewolves loved to pretend that they were righteous on the surface. But deep down, they were no cleaner than sewer rats. What made them think they could judge my mother?

"Sylvia, calm down. You must endure." Yana was always the one to remind me to be cautious.

"I've endured for too long, Yana. In the end, all I get is humiliation."

"If you don't endure now, you won't even get a chance to live. How can you prove your innocence from under the grave?"