None of the victims of rabid dogs survived. Acro informed me. I rushed to the clinic with Sherizzah only to find out that Cormelio is already covered with a white blanket and all I can do is to hug his pale and cold body. Sherizzah consoled. The government provided the graveyard for free for those who died in the rabid incident. I sat the whole day in front of Cormelio's grave. Curt, my patron, lost a child. People in my hometown were weeping anywhere I cast my eyes. I felt cold not because of the snow, but because I felt the same before: the day I lost my kind. One emotion is ruling me. I stand on my feet when my knees feel cold from the snow. Looking at the gravestone in front of me, I form my determination. I am a werewolf from the past. I wouldn't be here in the future if it wasn't for the tragedy... if those black wolves never overdosed themselves in pride. They took and are taking everything away from me. All those lifetime cynicism is because of them. For the person lying b
Later on, an enraging white fat wolf attacks her. She pushed Tanya away from me and defended the boundary between me and her. Zaeramil arrived next and removed the spell from me. ["Alpha, are you alright!?"] ["What's wrong with this wrench!?"] Tanya growled and rolled her eyes. Zaeramil says rapidly, "I know the way out of here but first, we have to go back to our seats!" Acro came after them when I've fully regenerated. ["She's telling the truth,"] she said. I look at Tanya again, and she's sitting confidently. ["I told you I'm not lying. Your lad enchanter proved it."] I get up on my feet, stretch my shoulders, and walk away. "Then sorry to kill your excitement instead. I'm not going to kill you anymore," I gave her that answer. "Let's go." ["Wait!"] she howls. ["At least tell me your decision about the invitation of my Alpha! That way, I'll know what to do as well."] I stopped, removed my necklace to tangle it on my right hand, and presented to her the hanging pendant on
She looks beautiful in that yellow dress. Her loose wavy long hair reaches her waist, her hands are politely holding in front of her, and the way she looks down at me is majestic. She smells so sweet like a cake. I've never seen a woman like this who can drive me crazy just by looking at her for about 300 years. Unfortunately, she's an enemy. She must be casting a spell at me behind visibility. "Biaco is your target, no?" she spoke and that voice shivered me. "I will not allow you to cross this staircase until you cancel your command to those werewolves. Please stop what you're doing. Or else I will." I cleared my throat and stretched my arms. No, it's not the perfect time to impress her—somehow I felt that I wanted to. She's raising an eyebrow at me. I look at the upper floor. "Then I'm not going to use that staircase anymore," I sighed, yet when I was about to jump to that upper floor, she was standing behind me in the blink of an eye. Pressing the tip of her finger on my nape w
We charge at each other with our beastly spirits. I unleash my claws to form my fists. His fist and mine both landed on our faces at the same time, the only difference is my strength that threw him to the table and I almost lost my balance because of his attack. I can't deny the impact of his strength. Yet I'm confident that defeating him is a piece of cake. The only disadvantage I had before was my overwhelming frustration and my messed-up mind. Now, my mind is clear. My firm goal is to kill him. I yank his cloth, then push him against the window, it shatters, and I fall with him from the top room of the castle. He's struggling to free himself from my clenches, a sharp cold wind is smacking my face, and as we were about to hit the ground, I detached myself from him. I crashed at the empty tables and he crashed on the tables of books. Quickly, I came back to my stance. He's confused about the place where we fell; there are several tables, tall bookshelves, and a spiral strained
I woke up suddenly, my hand was on my chest while I pant. "Hey, ar-are you alright?" I look at the girl who asked. My competitor with Hessuel's Luna. Or maybe I'm the only one competitive here. She's kneeling beside my mattress. And the way she looks at me is with genuine care. When did we become close friends? I roamed my sight around and found another mattress where Acro is sleeping and she's wounded. I am one of the casualties. "Where is he? Hessuel?" I asked her bluntly. "W-We don't know. We've been looking for him for 12 hours. They're still tracking where the airship crashed. My pack is on the search now." I failed when I attempted to stand. The blood leaks down on my thighs. "Please be careful! Your baby... Alpha Hessuel requested me to make sure you and your child are safe, so please keep on resting here until we find him." I summon my spellbook and flip it on the page of healing, I then cast the enchantment on myself. "I know how to find him," I said in haste. "Ple
Back when I was a child... I read books in the garden in secrecy to hide from my father's sight as much as I can. This is what makes me happy and worth living, however, it's a trespass in my family. The book I read is one of the subjects my brothers have. Lessons are all about enchantment. Enchast is the ring of glowing light that appears on the caster's hand; sometimes, it consists of three layers depending on the number of spells to be cast at the same time. I stretched forth my hand and imagined an enchast on my hand. To see it in my hands would be the best day of my life and that day was the beginning of my steps toward that dream. I read further and lost count of the page. The moment I've been running away caught me when a maid approached me and said, "Young lady, the master is looking for you." Behind her, several steps away outside the garden are my father with my oldest brother. It was too late to hide the book behind me yet I still do. The maid delivered me to them and I
I heard about the wrestling sport where Shun was the most excellent player. The prize was worth 100 gold coins. I watched him fight on the stage. Boys are uproaring their cheer for him while I remain observant at the corner. Shun wasn't wearing an upper piece. It was the moment, cranky to think, that I was pleased with his hunk body. He was drenched in his own sweat and every time he defeated an enemy, the cheer resonated louder. The guts he had to cheer with the crowd subsided when he found me in the crowd. The fat guy beside me was too busy to watch him, I enchanted my voice with a finger to make it sound like a man then asked, "What are those armbands for?" It had something to do with the rules but it ruined my view of his biceps. He answered without glancing at me, "It has an enchantment that balances the strength of the players." "Oh, to make it fair..." And as I observed, the first one to fall out of the stage loses. Shun was cracking the opponent's arm when I saw him looki
It was the beginning of my friendship with Lanasia. Technically, she's my only best friend, and nagging me about my mate has been a part of it. However, her life is in the line because of the Vengeance pack because of her connection with a silver wolf. We entrusted Hessuel's welfare to her brother, Cormelio. That was a highly confidential plan. One time, I was proud that I retrained any suspicious reaction when Biaco, the Alpha, visited my house. He was looking for Lanasia or the ones closest to her. Too bad, when I honestly told them the location, they knew at first that she was missing. "That's the only place I knew she lives but if she isn't there, I know not where else," I testified. I was caressing one of my dogs on my lap and he was sitting in front of me, discussing Lanasia's matter in the living room. The silence in between our conversation was the sound of distrust. He was suffering the mental torture of remorse throughout his life. His only way to conceal it was to a