A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption

"Master, this is the third time we are going to resurrect him. Are you sure we should continue?""Please continue.""Master, this is our final chance.""Continue, please, I beg of you, continue." I knelt before the elderly man, pleading.It was the first time in my life that I had to beg someone, beseeching our family's magician butler to once again revive a human man.The first time, my dominance and brutality had led to his demise; the second time, my deceit and selfishness had caused his death; and now, the third time, my delusions and recklessness had resulted in his demise once more.His gradually cooling body lay before me once again.The magician butler had warned me beforehand that if we were to resurrect him, his life would become even more arduous, his personality would become simpler. Despite knowing this, I had agreed without hesitation, confident in my ability to protect him. I had assured the magician butler that there wouldn't be a next time, that I would cherish him, l

In the dark locker, I could discern his facial expressions with remarkable clarity, thanks to my superior night vision, which allowed me to see clearly even in low-light conditions or complete darkness. After all, it's part of my werewolf nature. Sensing his desire to speak, likely due to being frightened, and with the sound of the coach's footsteps and voices outside, I promptly covered his mouth with my hand. Under the cover of my large hand, his eyes, widened in fear, finally met mine. Gesturing for silence with my other hand, I began to appreciate the beauty in the way he looked into my eyes, his gaze filled with apprehension yet captivating nonetheless.As his gaze accustomed to the darkness of the locker, he caught sight of me staring directly at him. His inherent shyness was once again triggered, causing him to immediately avert his eyes downward. However, in the confined space, with both of us in close proximity, facing each other, his head naturally lowered, effortlessly maki

I chose this place for dinner—it was a quaint café nestled in the heart of the college town. As we stepped inside, the lively chatter of students and locals filled the space, infusing the whole place with an irresistible energy. Laughter echoed off the walls, adding vibrancy to our dinner.The welcoming aroma was nothing short of heavenly good: freshly brewed coffee wafted rich and bold, mingling with the warm, enticing scent of freshly baked bread. It was a sensory symphony that immediately captivated our senses, drawing us into the cozy embrace of the café.The café itself was a picture of rustic charm, with its weathered wooden tables and mismatched chairs adding to its allure. Soft ambient lighting casted a gentle glow throughout the space, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere perfect for a romantic dinner for two.As the evening progressed, the café took on a magical quality, with soft candlelight flickering on the tables and the faint hum of conversation adding to the sense o

He was in the next room, perhaps exhausted, as he drifted off to sleep. From my own bed, I could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing, a gentle melody that matched the softness of his voice, which always seemed to soothe me. The scent of his freshly showered skin lingered in the air, subtly infused with a hint of soap, yet his natural scent remained unmistakable. Amidst the faint aroma of shower gel, his unique essence seemed to shine even brighter, drawing me in like an addiction. I found myself continuously inhaling the fragrance, allowing it to envelop me like a hypnotic lullaby, easing me into a state of tranquility. Every breath seemed to deepen my connection to him, as if his presence permeated the very air around me, comforting and captivating me in equal measure.As dawn arrived, the tantalizing scent of food filled the air, tempting me out of my cozy bed, where I often linger longer than I should. Filled with eager anticipation, I looked forward to the morning encounter wi

Neither of us had classes today, so after eating, I accompanied him back to his place. Initially, I thought he was staying in a hotel, but it turned out to be a very old and small roadside motel. I suggested he go ahead inside while I parked the car, planning to join him shortly afterward. However, when I entered the lobby of the motel, there wasn't a soul in sight. Fortunately, he had given me the room number before heading in, so I proceeded straight to it.His room happened to be located in the most remote corner of the motel premises. As I approached, my gaze caught sight of an unexpected scene: a short, stout, bald-headed man standing by Neil's room window, his gaze fixed intently on whatever was transpiring within. Reacting swiftly, I strode up beside him, feeling a surge of anger rising within me. I grasped his collar firmly, forcefully pulling him aside, and then peered through the gap he had been using to spy, where it was clear that Neil was changing clothes.To avoid alarmi