J's pov."Where are you going with a bag, J?" Lance asked again and I could feel the solemnity in his voice, causing me to stop in my steps. "I want to leave this place." I turned to him and said tentatively. An innate fear towards him already grew in my heart and I was not able to look him in the eye.He cleared his throat before speaking up, "Why? Why do you want to leave?" He asked and I almost sneered. Why couldn't I leave? But, I didn't dare to say that out loud, what if he just transformed into a werewolf and trampled me under his large paws, turning me into a bloody paste?"I can't stay here any longer, I want to leave, you won't stop me right?" I asked doubtfully, hoping he would agree, but..."J, I can't allow you to just leave, I...."I only heard the first part of his statement when my face paled.Why? Why won't he let me leave? Why? What use do I have for him?In desperation, I quickly dropped my bag and fell on my knees. I brought my two hands together in a pleading ma
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