I should hate you, not love you.

Audrey walks into a bar, so she thought until she realized it was a nightclub. It didn't bother her one bit as she walks and takes a seat at an empty table and orders a drink.

From the far end corner of the club was Wendigo seated with a man as they seem to be discussing something that which he silently listen to.

His gaze was unstable as he kept looking around out of boredom but something caught his interest.

He frowns a little, gaze narrowed at the girl before him who seems to be enjoying herself... Well, maybe not enjoying but the way she gulps down the wine was as though she was trying to stuff her system with Alcohol.

No matter how long it takes, he can never forget her... The lady she so much wanted for himself.

He turns to the man before him and then back to the lady to see if he was hallucinating or if it's real but it so happened he wasn't.

It was truly her, and it felt like a miracle. All these while, he has been wanting to take her and keep her under him as one of his most