All Chapters of The Phantom Wolf : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man.“You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf.He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.Mark rushed after the phantom, his feet, and his hands aiding his movement, while his fangs were exposed toward the other. He tore the phantom with his claws, causing the other to stagger, while he still had his large shoulders to push the phantom to the ground.He growled at its face, showing off his strength. His pride was subdued by the counterattack of the phantom when the phantom arose from the ground and sp

There was an absolute silence, something deeper than what he had ever felt. Mark couldn't tell if it was just within him or if the environment had also adapted to the emptiness that he felt within.The movement of the winds had caused his ears to tingle, and the smooth feel of his skin had sent impulses down his body, causing the loneliness within him to increase.There and then he remembered her, the main essence of his existence. He remembered the moments when she would shiver and quiver at the sense of the cold winds.He remembered her smile anytime he would walk up to her and wrap his hands around her. He remembered the way he cuddled her like a stuffed toy and make her feel warm with an ordinary clothing material could never offer.“This is a lot better!” Her words echoed in his ears, and it seemed as though he had transitioned to the past, where he could watch the moment between them both.“You enjoy this?” He asked as he buried his face down her neck and kissed it playfully, ca

"Mila..." He groaned. She was more than being persuasive, reasoning, and being so inquisitive to the extent it somehow blocked her senses of reasoning. He tried explaining, but it seemed as though the young lady wouldn't take a negation for an answer. He heaved a heavy sigh before he continued, "Mila, you know you don't have the skills for that".Yet the more he tried explaining to the younger one, the more she countered with more questions and more of her facts. Her stubbornness began the moment she refused to hide from something as powerful as the phantom, especially for a person who knew what it entailed.He couldn't still place his hands on what had fueled the courage to face the beast alongside him. Her statement at that moment had shown she had considered family more than anything, yet she forgot she was meant to be thought of first by her parents rather than the other way around. "But you have those skills..." Mila intercepted. Her words interrupted his train of thought, and