He was short , small and honestly rather cute in a childish way.. He seemed to be a mixed race but on the lighter side with flaxen hair and eyes. Pretty combination for a human , but keep in mind I was 15 and preferred men older than me anyway so not like that

One Look at the boy in front of Me and I could tell he wasn't “ human”. I wasn't human either but there was a difference. My race allows me to be extra sensitive to mana, even if I couldn't use it .Though I wasn't at the level of being able to see it , I could definitely feel his mana pressure. I wasn't even sure If there was one person because occasionally I could feel another mana signature move around the boy.

Whatever I mean now he's stuck here with us.

My backstory?

I was abandoned as a child until I was taken in by a group of itinerant merchants, The Silver Beatles .At the time I was much more timid ,reserved and terrified.

On our trip we were attacked by bandits and I was forced to pick up a spear and take arms. After looking death in the eye I gained a newfound appreciation for life.

Understanding that this was the control over my life I was looking for ,I decided this was how I wanted to earn a living and joined the Mercenaries guarding the caravan . That was until my group was intercepted by Commander Hall.

Predictable how the story goes and now I'm here , awaiting this nation's judicial system .

I didn't pity myself and the Commander Is more lenient than she lets on. Hence my being surrounded by luxury and even her letting me practice with a makeshift spear.

Each of us here had our own circumstances and It was probably fine, don't start nothin won't be nothing I shrugged my shoulders. My laid back personality has brought me success all these years so why change it, laissez-faire was just my style.

Ignoring our new house guest , I carried on with my spear routines as they were one of the few things that gave me peace. I was taught how to properly hold a spear , along with some techniques by the leader of my old brigade .In general I was still a novice but was slowly making my way up to intermediate.

Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.

Engrossing myself in my practice the hours passed

*Chirp chirp *

The sound of crickets echoed through my ears as I felt my body merge back into reality. I thought about my next move.

The old wolf was gone but I knew Herolause was close by.

Mhmhmhh mhhh

I could hear his iconic humming as a sweet smell wafted from the kitchen entering my nostrils .

Steak… my mouth watered as I fantasized about taking a single bite of a well cooked meal. I could envision it being lathered in good sauce and , … was I thinking about steak or ribs?

Herolause the crafty dwarf built a drone specifically for heating meals and another one simply for storing his meals. I was hungry and didn’t have my own food but was it so wrong to leech?

Sighing to myself I thought , yes it was .I had too much pride.

I wanted to go make conversation with him but knowing me I would shamelessly hint for some of his food and I wanted to avoid that. Bearing with my hunger pains I followed the corridor down to my room. I still had some apples left and I'll make due with that.

Walking through the hall I mindlessly whistled , I was in a good mood and generally a happy Cyprus. Reaching my room I noticed that the door of the room in front of mine was slightly ajar.

This was that child's room, what was it again? Autumn?

His enormous amount of mana was literally leaking through the door.

Shaking my head laughing , I should probably tell him about that

Approaching his door I had an “ah-ha “ moment… How did i not realize

WAIT, A human with mana ! I thought those didn’t exist ! Well except for those few and … I'm getting side tracked.

Throwing the door excitedly I barged into his room.

I had questions for sure. Not the most ladylike entrance but he seemed like a decent person at the very least, i doubt anything would happen

Upon entering I was met with an unplanned jump scare.

A sleeping child paired with a book. I could tell he passed out from exhaustion, where were his parents? I wasn't a mother but it roused a maternal instinct I didn't know existed within me..

And An old lycanthrope fangs bared above him. Her wet slimy drool slowly dripped onto his cheek bones but he was much too tired to defend himself. As a former prey animal myself ,He was obviously prey and she was going for his neck … Khaja was going to kill him.

The sense of dread and urgency crashed over me. A part of me wishes I had minded my own business because now In a split second I had to make a decision. This person had nothing to do with me but he was in danger ,Child or not it really wasn’t my problem.

… What am I even saying? I still wouldn't just witness a murder.

Don't start nothing won't be nothing huh?

Fuck it , as i lunged at the wolf with my spear.