[That man's POV]"Why did you come home early today? It's only 12 o'clock in the afternoon, usually you come at 5 o'clock," Ms. Anastasia asked worriedly about her coming home early today, while she was standing ready to go somewhere."Early, yes. Lowell is coming for dinner today, that's why. I told you in the morning. It seems old age is taking its toll on you, Gran. You are starting to forget things now," she smiled and looked at her grandmother from head to toe."Where are you going now and how is your health?" She placed some shopping bags from her hands on the table and started checking her temperature by placing the backside of her hand on her forehead. "And of course, you didn't get your sleep, right?" she asked angrily. "How many times have I told you that…""That I am 70 years old and not 17 years old," Ms. Anastasia answered, interrupting her. "You told me this so many times that if there were a deaf person in my place, he would have heard and remembered. And ever since you
[That man's POV]"What if I kissed the mole on your thigh?" "What if I kissed your lips long enough to let my body heat join yours and make you forget there was even air between our skin?" "What if I touched your shoulders and we lay in each other’s arms and slept, dreaming of things we couldn't control?" "What if I kissed your arms and took a little taste of you so that I'll remember what you taste like?"His words stung her like acid, and his touch burned her, but she didn't want to lose the feeling of his hand roaming over her body. She wanted him as badly as he did. Her eyes fluttered shut, a shiver racing up her spine at his touch, a gasp of pleasure leaving her lips when his palm settled on her breast."I want to kiss your mouth hard enough so you will forget about your every pain and sorrow," he said. He desperately kissed her lips that the wind around them refused to let go until they were finished. She breathed heavily and pulled him away from kissing her."Please stop," she
[That man's POV]"What was feared, happened. I saved my granddaughter from the werewolves twenty years ago, but now I don't know why it seems difficult. I don't know what goddess of the moon has written in my granddaughter's life," Ms. Anastasia thought. "She is an angel sent to me from the stars because of her purity and innocence, so she can't die in werewolf's hands or worse than them. It's as if there are more of these creatures waiting for her, hiding among us. And she is one of their targets.""My granddaughter has been a victim for many years because of the supernatural creatures that prey on our village with such malice. They came for me, for her; the werewolves wanted to kill us both at once. I had no chance to escape, so I had to fight with them." Ms. Anastasia was crying and talking to herself while cooking the fat over the fire that she had brought from the cemetery.As the fat was melting, its stench was rising in the whole house. She couldn't be bothered about that thou
[That man's POV] "Hello, Dr.,""Hi, good morning, Ms. Esen.""Did you get any information about that virus?" asked Esen."Yes, it is known," said Dr. Smith while taking out the sample papers from the desk drawer. "Thankfully, only the bottle of virus was missing that day. He left the body here. This virus is highly contagious and is spreading rapidly in the city.""Have you told anyone else about this virus?" she inquired."No, neither you nor anyone else came from the police station after that day," replied Dr. Smith. "If I had told anyone else, it would have gone out in the media and panic would have spread among the people, due to which the situation would have gone out of control.""What is written in the report?" she questioned.On Esen's question, Dr. Smith quickly got up and closed the door of the room and began to speak in a low voice. "Someone wants to create a new hybrid by mixing the blood of an animal with the blood of a human," the doctor said. "No one knows what could h
[That man's POV] The sun shines brightly in the clear blue sky. The clouds have thinned out from their heavy cover. The air is clean and fresh, as if all of the birds that fly have had a wonderful time flying and eating their fill. They have now come to rest upon the trees and flowers of springtime to take some time for rest. A cool breeze plays with her hair as she walks back to the pack house.The cold gust of wind catches her face, causing a sudden shiver down her spine. She frowns at the feeling of goosebumps appearing on her skin. She is walking in deep thought about Ace Denzell when all of a sudden, a sharp pain shoots through her head, making her groan. She grabs her head in pain, pressing against it slightly. She walks slowly.When she entered the woods, she felt as if the trees surrounded her like a cage. The tall branches were reaching for her face, threatening to tear her apart and take her soul. The sounds of rustling leaves filled the silence around her. Their loud noise
[That man's POV] "You came after so many days! I missed you so much," Ms. Anastasia said while kissing Esen's forehead. "That day, Emily was saying that you had to come. I kept waiting, but you seemed to have forgotten the way to our house.""No, Gran, what are you talking about?" said Esen while hugging her. "Why should I forget the way to your house? As you are Emily's grandmother, you are also my grandmother. I was supposed to ask about your health that day, but Emily told me that you were having dinner with Lowell. She was quite happy about it, so I didn't want to spoil your family's private moment."A few slits appeared on Ms. Anastasia's forehead when she heard the name 'Lowell.' Unknowingly, she touched the thread tied on her left foot, as if to reassure herself that it was still there."Where is Emily?" Esen asked, even though she knew that Emily would not be at home at this time. Ever since she had that dream, she tried to have little or no contact with Emily."Tomorrow is h
[That man's POV] "Don't go to the police station today, will you?" Ms. Anastasia said, holding Emily by her arm and stopping her."Why, Gran?" Emily, who was ready to go to her duty in the morning, stopped at Ms. Anastasia's voice and looked at her with surprise. She had never stopped her before like she did today."I don't know. My heart is very nervous today. Something seems strange," Ms. Anastasia said, keeping her hand on her chest."Why? Is your health okay?" After hearing Ms. Anastasia's words, she was very worried. "Why is your heart nervous?"Before Ms. Anastasia's eyes, the sight of her dream revolved, which she saw last night. "I had a very bad dream about you today," she said while recalling the dream. "I saw that you were covered in blood and there were werewolf marks all over your body, and I couldn't do anything even if I wanted to.""Phew, God! Gran, you scared me," Emily said with a smile. "When you recite the werewolf's name all day, it's pretty obvious that you will
[That man's POV] "You know what tomorrow is?" "Yes, the 19th of May." "I asked what day tomorrow is, not the date." "Look at the calendar. Surely, it would come to Coven House." Ace Denzell was drinking his wine and replying rudely to Rook Theia. She was stunned by his words. "I'm not in the mood for fun right now Denzell," said calmly."Ace Denzell," he said while holding her arm tightly, "you are just a Rook and called me by my name. Have you forgotten your place? You are not my wife yet. You understand." He let go of her arm with a jerk."Ace Denzell, we are getting married tomorrow," Rook Theia said in a low voice, as if she was about to cry. But he didn't answer her and quietly started sipping his wine."At first, you were not like that. You..."Ace Denzel replied bitterly, interrupting her. "I don't want to marry you, and I never wanted to.""If you didn't want to get married, then why did you do that to me? Why did you take me in your arms that day?" Rook, Theia tried to remin