Chapter 69

　　Erika’s POV 　　I shook my head at him. 　　"What's wrong, Lucy?" The middle-aged man asked worriedly. 　　I pointed at myself, then pointed at the painting on the wall, and shook my head. 　　"You're not Lucy?" The middle-aged man asked. 　　I shook my head again. 　　Immediately there was a look of blatant disappointment on his face. 　　I knew it probably wasn't wise to reveal my identity to them now. I was their enemy. But I was desperate to know everything, and I knew instinctively that I might have something to do with the pack, especially the woman in this painting. 　　"Then who are you? Why are you here?" The young man asked. He couldn't tell that I was the wolf he'd just hurt. 　　I was silent. There was no paper or pen here. My phone was long gone too, and all I could do was make a gesture to suggest that I couldn't talk. 　　"You can't talk?" The middle-aged man finally understood what I meant after I made many gestures. 　　I shook my head. 　　He looked at me sympathetically and asked for a pe