The attacks did not stop. In fact, they grew worse.
Every time Ruoxi moved to a new shelter, the growls of polluted beasts followed her within days. Whether she was in a crowded place or a hidden house, the monsters always found her.
It did not make sense. In a sea of people, the beasts would ignore everyone else just to lunge at her.
Ruoxi stood over the corpse of a massive polluted wolf, her breathing ragged. Her white rabbit ears were stained with soot. She looked at the crowd of survivors behind her…people she had just saved and saw the fear in their eyes. But it was not just fear of the monsters; it was fear of her.
"They are not just wandering," she whispered to herself, wiping blood from her cheek. "They are hunting. Someone is leading them to me."
