"They eat us more than humans," Sir Vitto said. I don't know if that was meant to stop the crowd from reporting us to the human police or if what he said has humor in it. Well, does he have the humor to joke about that issue?What I really felt hearing those words come out of a lycan's mouth was a lycan showing grave resentment toward me and my race, as if he were reminding the crowd of such a fact, which caused my heart to ache. He reminded me how undesirable my race is.Winston and Sir Vitto's bodies are in their wolf form. They only kept their faces returned to their normal so they would look less fearsome in the middle of the human city, but it's still pretty obvious that me and William are with two lycans. What kind of thought would be running through the other diner's mind right now while seeing two healers accompanied by the lycan they meant as food?But what bothers me the most is that Winston didn't disagree with what Sir Vitto said. His attention was solely on the menu, and

"Did you force yourself to eat?"I felt even worse when Winston caught me eating the food that he lovingly fed me.I couldn't even think of an excuse to not make him feel hurt by what I shamelessly did.I could only stare at the tiled floor and watch my tears drop on the already damp restroom floor."Luceethe, look at me."Winston tried to raise my head to make me look at him, but I stubbornly kept my head down. I don't have the face to look at him anymore.Just scold me. I know I am too ungrateful to vomit all the food you chose!"I'm sorry."Again, my eloquence fails me every time I talk to Winston whenever we have this kind of situation. What can I even say? Should I say that eating meat triggers my anxiety and trauma? Would he believe me? Would he believe me if I said I felt guilty that I had eaten a lycan before? Would he believe that I feel worse whenever I see whole meat served to me?"Don't apologize. I'm sorry, did I sound angry?" Winston said it in a gentle tone. He patted h

Lycan packs will claim as much territory as they feel they can effectively patrol and defend. Nonetheless, even a "small" region can include an entire town or a number of neighborhoods in a big metropolis. Individual territories are frequently variable, with packs expanding when they are powerful, withdrawing when they are vulnerable, and engaging in conflict over particularly desirable areas. When faced with threats that are too great for any one pack to handle on its own, a group of packs will occasionally band together to form a protectorate.However, in the case of the Luca clan, they built their own territory in a fixed location and have been there for centuries despite the threat of their predator. Thanks to their clan founder for creating a barrier that the healers couldn't break, they retained their safety and ownership on such vast land.Lycans are 100% safe whenever they are inside the territory, but that doesn't mean life inside the territory is always joyful. The Lycans la

What did I do wrong?Why is he glaring at me?What's with the disapproving look?I was intimidated by his dark expression, and I stepped back, but something hit my back, and when I looked up, I saw Winston's clone—I mean, his brother that looked similar to him."Dark fur is here. I mean, I have literally black fur." Wendriell said. "Don't worry, I keep them safe." He took William from me, and they greeted each other like their best friends. I planned to scold Wendriell because of his weird teachings to my son, but I couldn't scold him because Winston kept shooting his deathly glares at me."Not you–""Are you ignoring me?"Winston caught the claws directed at him with his bare hands. He sighed as he also wondered what makes Verrod think he can defeat Winston when he can easily fight him in his human form while Verrod is already in his wolf form."Wendi, you better not harm them.""Wait! Ah–"Wendriel grabbed my waist and threw me in the air. I was not worried about it at all since I k

I let Rowan take care of my hair.I actually have a lot of things to say to him, but I was quiet the whole time he was drying my hair. I just obediently sat on the bed while hugging my knees. Even though the blow dryer makes a loud noise, I still feel like our surroundings are quiet and still, knowing that no one is around except me and him.I then flinched when Rowan suddenly said, "It's not your fault."I was about to turn my head to face Rowan, but he held my head and said, "I'm not yet done drying your hair.""Hmm, why?" I mused. "Why is it not my fault?""Everything I did is my fault."He sounded grumpy as usual, but his words comforted me a bit. I gently smiled while I felt soothed by the warm air coming from the dryer, and I felt relaxed because of the gentle stroke of the comb. It's a rare moment for me and Rowan since we are always in chaos when we are together. My eyes feel a little heavy as the complete silence of the entire mansion of Rowan adds up to the mediating effect