“I consider b*tts*x as a special kind of love making.” He stared into space and smiled sweetly as he reminisce one of his s*xual exploits in the distant past. Maxill then glanced at Juste. Juste’s eye twitched and he had goosebumps. Maxill then expressed annoyance towards Juste. His almond eyes turned into slits and his lips were widened but had no curves. “Idiot. Just so you know fellhound, you’re not my type. Hmph!” He made it clear to Juste that he had zero interest in him. He then glanced at Chastine. Chastine became confused at Maxill’s stare. “Ahahaha! That’s why I like you, Chas. You’re amusing to watch.” Maxill also clarified something to Chastine, “don’t count on it, Chas. Like I said, I prefer a man for a lover.” He was referring to liking her for her quirks and personality. Chastine still couldn’t believe that Maxill prefers guys. Her pride was somewhat shattered because all this time she was being played at instead of her dominating the scheming. She didn’t know if

Chastine’s jaw dropped in shock. Will we be found out? This thought immediately lingered in her mind. It was fortunate that even though Maxill hated sunlight, he chose to perch up above them. The local wasn’t able to see him at all. Maxill, being a black bat, hid in the shadows in the little alleyway they had just emerged into. Meanwhile, Juste was also spotted so he remained a wolf. He started scratching his body with his hind leg and then came sniffing Chastine while wagging his tail, making an impression that he was Chastine’s dog. “Wow, is that your dog?” the local began the conversation with her. Being quick witted that she was, she responded, “why, yes, yes! This is my dog, Juste.” She happily smiled back at the Makinarian and patted Juste at the head. Juste barked happily. “Is it an aggressive one?” “Uhm, no, no! He’s a friendly dog ahehe!” Juste then came sniffing the local on the foot. “Arf, arf!” Juste played along with Chastine’s plan. He was wiggling his tail aft

Juste started to move the claw with the directional controls. It was tricky to maneuver as it sometimes wouldn’t budge at the exact place one wanted it placed. But sometimes, it was sensitive enough that a little nudge would get the claw from going out of bounds. Juste was studying how he should control it with just the right amount of pressure. The inner ends of his eyebrows met at the middle. Chastine noticed his struggle with the controls. “What’s wrong, Juste?” He explained his predicament, hoping Chastine would be able to provide a tip at least. “It’s a bit tricky to move. Sometimes it goes slow, sometimes fast, even if I apply the same amount of pressure.” “Duke-X, do you think the claw is broken?” Chastine asked the peculiar man beside him. Duke-X held the brim of his hat and ran his fingers around the its edge. “No, I’m afraid not. It’s just that the level of difficulty for this machine is high.” “Tough luck, my friend,” Maxill commented these words to Juste. With not

“20 minutes. Took you twice as long to bust out of your room than the last time I trained you.”Juste and Chastine were startled at the greeting of a male voice.They suddenly turned around their backs to know of the man who had been waiting for them.It was the army commander, who was sitting comfortably while spending his time nibbling on a luscious fruit.He took one last big bite from it before putting it back on a dessert plate on a coffee table next to his chair.Scion then uncrossed his legs, stood up from his seat, and started to dust off his hands.“For awhile there, you looked like you’ve seen a ghost,” uttered the army chief.Juste was breathing heavily, while Chastine’s eyes were pried wide open because of the tense atmosphere.She looked at Juste, then at Scion, then back at the blue-eyed fellhound.Juste signaled for Chastine to go behind him. She quickly obliged.The young werewolf looked furious. “Release me, Scion. Release us. I don’t plan on going back to father.”Sc

Juste was keeping himself from panicking.He had a furious and a shocked look upon his face. Both of his hands were occupied in holding down the thirsty bloodhunt.So he quickly ordered Chastine to pull her hand away from Maxill’s mouth.“Chastine, pull away your hand!” Juste’s eyes were fully opened. He was looking at Chastine in an alarming way.The beautiful witborn weakly tugged her bitten hand away from Maxill’s lips.She had dramatically weakened and was on the verge of collapsing, so she had no ample strength left to release her hand from the vampire’s fangs.Maxill could not control his craving and apparently had no plan on letting go of Chastine’s hand anytime soon.With the alarming situation they were having, Juste took it upon himself to force Maxill to let go of her hand.He aggressively squeezed Maxill’s neck so that he would choke and gasp for air, releasing Chastine’s hand in the process.Maxill felt Juste’s powerful grip that was suffocatingly digging around his neck