Chapter 95

　　As Jeremy set foot on the bridge, he felt a cool breeze brushing against his skin. The bustling noise of a gathering up ahead filled the air, as people chattered and laughed amidst the vibrant hubbub. 　　The air was thick with a complex blend of scents that made it hard to distinguish one from the other. But Jeremy's keen sense of smell allowed him to pick up on the unique scent that stood out from the rest. It was the distinct smell of a werewolf, mixed with the delicate scent of rosewater. He couldn't help but wonder which fashionable werewolf was shopping at the gathering today. 　　As he made his way toward the source of the scent, his eyes caught sight of the many vendors lining the bridge, displaying a stunning array of goods. There were colorful textiles draped over stalls, shimmering jewelry glinting in the sunlight, and rows of delectable snacks laid out for sampling. 　　A sudden gust of wind blew onto Jeremy's face, causing him to close his eyes momentarily. When he opened them