The One Who Murder Him

Later that night, right after dinner, I found myself standing in front of the mirror again. Compared to the dinner with Felise's parents, I could not hold onto my excitement at that time. However, at this second, by wolf never felt the same feeling anymore.

My legs were trembling. And my heart was beating like hell. I could even see the sweat running down my neck. "Shit," I could help but utter profanity. "Are you certainly going that far to avenge your dad's death?"

"Why? Do you have any better idea to get the justice he deserves?" asks my wolf.

"Nothing,"

"Exactly! So, before you become a deranged man talking to yourself in front of the mirror, better put on some clothes since you still have to meet your stepbrother."

After putting on some clothes, I rushed to the address where the masquerade ball is to be held.

"What took you so long, Ezra?" those were the first words that came out of Razel's mouth as soon as he greeted me from the exit of the building