The sky gradually darkened, and in front of Luna Sutton's cave, a stone pot on the stove bubbled with deer meat, exuding a tempting aroma.
She sat in front of the stove, holding a wooden stick, occasionally poking at the firewood inside the stove.
Rhys Blackwood, Zeke Veridian, and Malachi Arcanus had long finished the bone and mushroom soup, leaving even the bowls spotless and clean.
They stood beside her, all eyes fixed on her—or more accurately, on the deer meat in the stone pot.
Their eyes glowed, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down. Despite having just drunk such a large pot of soup, they now looked like three hungry wolves.
But the deer meat had just been put in to stew, so it wasn't ready yet.
Luna's mouth twitched slightly in a smile, pretending not to notice as she lowered her gaze to the fire, scoffing internally.
You all despised me before, each one of you showing nothing but disgust.
