Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Werewolf's Growth and Redemption: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

I stared at him, unwilling to waste words. Instead, I asked directly, “Where’s Neil?” The question was like a weight pressing on my chest, and this man before me was the only one who could answer it. Ken Yimo’s expression was one of indifference, as he replied coolly, “Neil? He’s resting. He’s very simple-minded. As long as I tell him to stay put, he won’t wander off. So, unlike with you, I don’t have to keep him chained up.” His words dripped with a detached cruelty, as though Neil were nothing more than a toy he could control at will. My fists clenched involuntarily, and a simmering anger began to burn within me. I knew then—Ken Yimo must have done something to manipulate Neil or force him into submission. I wanted to press him further, but Ken spoke first, a sly smile twisting across his face. “Ah, but it seems that when kids grow up, they’re not so easy to keep

Harry stood in the shadows, a subtle smile playing on his lips, his eyes radiating calm confidence. “Of course,” he replied, raising an eyebrow with that trademark mix of humor and certainty, as though he had the situation effortlessly under control. Harry was always like this—composed, astute, unwavering—seemingly born with the spirit of a fighter who refused to bow to fate. I looked at him, filled with gratitude and relief. The bond between us had long surpassed life, death, and honor; no matter the crisis, he was always there. As he turned his gaze toward Ken Yimo, a ripple of relief ran through me. Yes, Ken Yimo had indeed gone to Harry rather than taking some darker course of action. Unable to contain myself, I asked, “Ken Yimo, I’ll admit, I’m glad you actually brought Harry. Now, what about Neil?” My voice betrayed a hint of urgency, a worry that was impossible to hide. Neil’s condition had been weighi

Ethan continued, “Afterward, Maria seemed to try and find KY again, and she managed to track him down once. But seeing his resolve, she ultimately taught him a spell to hide his tracks, and they never had any contact after that. Ken Yimo had disappeared from our world completely, silently concealing his presence, burying his pain and his past deep within himself.“ At that moment, a new realization struck me, and I muttered softly, “No wonder he’s always been so low-key. He must have used magic to hide himself.” Once, I had thought his reticence and mystery were signs of coldness and indifference, but now, knowing the truth, I couldn’t help but feel a silent understanding. Ethan replied, "Yeah, I didn’t think of it at first either. But looking back, when he found out you were a werewolf, he didn’t seem surprised at all—more like it was something he’d seen many times before." His word

Neil turned to look at Ken Yimo, as if encouraged by the presence of his new friends. He reached out and took Ken Yimo's hand, his voice filled with innocence and excitement. "Daddy, these are my new friends. They're really nice to me." His tone was proud, eager to show his father the people he had grown close to. Ken Yimo gave a small nod, his expression still calm, but there was a flicker of something more complex in his gaze. Despite his usual facade, I could tell that there was a mixture of emotions he was trying to mask. He smiled, though it seemed somewhat strained, and asked, "Is that so? Do you really like them?" There was no trace of the possessiveness that typically lingered in his words, and for a moment, it seemed like he genuinely wanted to know Neil's feelings. Neil nodded enthusiastically, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Yes! I really like them. They're all so nice! I’m sure you’ll like them too, and we can all be good friends!" His words came out with pure since

Hearing that, I couldn’t help but laugh. "Don’t mind those two fools," I said with a chuckle, "But aside from that, what else do you like about me?" My voice had a curious edge to it, though I noticed Maria glancing at me with a warning look, silently urging me not to push too far.Neil’s voice softened slightly, as though he were contemplating the question. “Hmm… I like Ryan because I feel like Ryan is like family to me. He cares about me, protects me.” His words carried a tenderness that warmed my heart, and I couldn’t help but feel comforted by his simple trust."Family?" I repeated his words softly, a tinge of complexity stirring inside me. That word made me think back on all the little moments we had shared, and perhaps, in his eyes, I had truly become an indispensable part of his life.On the other end of the phone, Neil continued, “Yeah, Ryan always makes me feel safe.” His voice was gentle and full of trust, and I couldn’t help but smile. Even Maria, who had been quietly obser