Liliana was sat on a big rock, her feet in the night blue water. Balkan was not far from there, on the soft green grass. Liliana was watching the horizon, beyond the lake. She put a hand on her bare back and felt the huge scars that the werewolf claws at left.
*A little souvenir from this lycan...*
Her angerness was becoming more higher.
*But he'll see...I'll find him back, and he will pay...*
She remebered how she had escape from death. She had been so close from it, more then every other time. The moon was now high in the sky as she was lost in her thoughs.