I'm crying without tears. "Acro, why is this so hard?" My voice is shivering while cutting my hair. I only cut an inch from the tips up to my neck, stylize it by pushing backward, and tie it behind. Some strands in front touch my eyebrows and I have to comb them aside which accidentally results in a style. I rub off the cut strands on my skin before I clothe myself again, excluding the coat. "Do I look elegant?" I asked while staring at myself in front of the mirror. And I appreciate the perfect match of my white hair and crystalline eyes. ["No."] Acro determined. She's on the vanity while looking at me. I scratch my neck because of the itchy cut strand. "There's no turning back." ["Unfasten your buttons."] I look at Acro then I look at my shirt, I touch the first button reluctantly. "What? You want me to—" ["Expose your chest."] I left my mouth open for a second. I point a finger at her. "You're a lewd bird." She flaps her wings which signifies impatience. ["I'm your gu

"Why?" When I look at Dandeline, her eyes are enraging even from the sound of her voice. She's looking intently at Matheo while chewing the steaky meat. "I don't have a precise reason. But whatever reason I have, I'd like to keep it to myself. Is that the reason why you came here?" This man isn't informative like we needed. The only information he can't keep from me is the smell of his wolf. But Zaeramil isn't a werewolf just like his father. It could be the same case between me and Cormelio but vice versa. The two of them are looking at me as they wait for the answer. I take the spot. "We're looking for the pond of the Moon's Order Pack. We are hoping to find the direction through the help of your wife... but all we got is bad news. We're sorry to hear that." "The pond? Isn't that the content of fairy tales?" He made a short chuckle. "Why are you looking for it? I don't think I can help you with that." "I see..." Everyone believes the same. But I know it's true! The residues

That question is like an answer to my strange feelings lately. Whenever I smell her sweet scent, even the identical, the heat is crawling up to my face. My eyes are excited to see her features. And I feel legitimate lightness in my chest when she's with me. "Uhm... can I have a crush on her?" "Why not?" He made a teasing chuckle. "Ironically, that's not the design. Have you felt the urge that you want her madly?" "Aha, I've never been asked such a blunt question as that!" I fake my laugh to be saved from embarrassment. "It's only natural for werewolves to have those possessive thoughts about the person they're attracted to. That's part of being born wild. That’s the call of mating. But we were created with the same intelligence as humans which makes it possible for the likes of us to act like them. But for us to cleave to humans is neglecting the design of the Moon Goddess. And that leads to a lot of sacrifices." "... just like you?" "Yes. Love makes you break any law, escap

“Dan, how werewolves originated?” "From the very beginning? Wolves were just wolves long ago. It's their nature to roam around every night and the light of the moon is their greatest source of seeing everything, the sun is too much for them. Some packs were grateful enough to howl and worship the moon because of its generosity. In return, the one who lives on the moon—the Moon Goddess, gave them a gift of intelligence. "The only creatures that have the greatest intelligence are humans, and because of that gift, those wolves received the power to shift into a human and have the same intelligence like them. These packs were told to multiply, gain more wisdom, and be united. That's when she created the mating system. They consistently worship the moon until the number of werewolves increases in number and they petitioned to have someone lead them. "That's when the hierarchy started; Alphas and Lunas, Beta, Gamma, Delta, and Omega. The packs have different breeds before; white, black, r

The sweet scent of cake is calling me. "... Wake up... Hessuel, wake up!" That voice resonates in my head. I'm trying to respond according to its dictate but my body seems to lack the strength to move a finger. "Hessuel, can you hear me!?" her voice trembles. I throw all the energy to open my eyes. I thought 'twas the rain that drops on my face but it was Dandeline's tears. I can't speak. Another familiar voice resonates before I groan from the severe pains in my body when I'm moved. "I'm sorry. You have to endure it well," Matheo pardoned. ☪ ✧ ✧ "Hey, Hessuel... that's what you're called, right?" A girl wearing a peach dress is looking at me with her knees bent, elbow on it, and chin above her palm. She's smiling sweetly but notwithstanding this stranger is frightening me considering my weak condition. I'm howling and groaning at her to keep her away, but she reaches me howsoever with her gentle hand. "Let me help you! I'm not a stranger, my parents and your father have s