A Werewolf Girl's

1.5

"How's it?" ask someone who is daydreaming.

The woman did not immediately turn to look at the man in front of her. A feeling of reluctance entangled him as he finally turned his head and looked at the man.

"What do you mean?" ask the woman at the end.

"That girl" said the man again. "How is he doing?"

"He's fine."

"You know that's not what I mean."

The woman seemed to be drowning her eyes, reflecting her dislike towards the man who was currently still looking at her with an illegible look. He was always unable to know what the figure before him was thinking and feeling.

"I don't know what you mean," he said. "God."

"What's wrong?" asked the man to walk up to him, climbing the steps of the stairs to stand beside the chair he was in. "Is there something that happened earlier."

The woman did not respond. His eyes were back on the big window not far from where he was sitting, trying to think of him as the wind.

The figure halted his steps and knelt down facing the woman, extending his hand to touch a glimpse of her tiny hand rather than her own.

"Look at me, Whitney" said the man.

The woman immediately took her eyes off the window and looked at the man. "What's wrong?"

"I should have asked you that. What the hell happened to you?"

"Not good."

The man's forehead shriveled at the woman's ambiguous answer. "What do you mean?"

"The taste of the blood is not good," the woman replied clarifying her earlier remark. "I accidentally swallowed it a little earlier."

The man remained silent for a while and finally nodded in understanding. "Thank God. Besides, nothing happened, right?"

The woman nodded. He slowly stretched out his hands, touching both sides of the man's face gently, rubbing the man's cheeks that felt so smooth and hard under his palms. The look in his eyes seemed difficult to interpret as his face slowly approached and stared fixedly at the man.

"Don't leave me" whispered the woman clutching her arms around the man's neck.

The man did not answer. He simply extended his hands to return the woman's embrace, without saying anything.

"So right...." The woman muttered softly, her face filled with sadness as she looked at the man who was her own lover.

"I disagree with this feud, Whitney," said the man quietly, but with the firmness of his golden eyes.

The woman fell silent, her eyes still sweeping across the face of someone she loved so much for hundreds of years.

Does the relationship have to end because of this?

The two figures looked at each other, exchanging hearts without making a sound. Expect one final decision to be the same in the end, but it is unlikely.

The woman gave up. He sighed softly and removed his embrace from the man, turning his gaze the other way to cover his grief. On the other hand, the man never once took his eyes off her face.

"Go, Will," said the woman, sounding cold, her eyes flat as she looked at the man. "I'm going to keep doing this with you or not, you can't stop me from wanting to."

The woman got up from her seat and began to walk past the throne she had previously occupied, walking out at an inhuman speed and out of the room in a soft thump from the door she had closed, leaving someone still glued to his place alone.

"Sorry."

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"Allison.." -...."

"Allison.." -...."

".... You okay?"

The sounds entered my eardrum repeatedly and clearly made my eyes slowly open.

"Ukh," I groaned softly, feeling the light of the lamp striking my eyes.

I opened my eyes once more and finally saw someone who had been calling my name. Emily.

"You okay?" tanyanya looked worried.

I nodded slowly. "I'm fine.. Where am I?"

"Hospital. You were unconscious when you were in an orphanage. Vero apologized for not being able to accompany you so he contacted me as a substitute."

I frowned when I heard his answer. "What happened to me?"

"I don't know for sure" he answered. "He found you in the kitchen, at first thought you were home, but just knew you showed up there. Almost no breathing."

"Are you serious?" I just don't believe it.

Emily nodded, not the slightest look of lies on her face that looked a little dull. "I'm serious."

I just nodded my head in response, trying to remember what happened before I ended up here, but no one remembered. "How long have I been here?"

"Three days."

I nodded my head and looked at the room I was in, there was no one there but me and Emily. I looked at him again when I realized what he was saying. "Three days? Ms. Regan's? My job I haven't collected."

"I've told Ms. Regan if you are sick, you can tell the other lecturers later, your tasks have also been collected. No need to worry," he said calmly. "Want a drink?"

I nodded my head so that Emily went to a small table to get a glass of water that I immediately gulped down to the toilet. Emily took the glass back and put it in its place. I stared at the window that was close to my bed, I felt something was lacking.

"When can I go home?" ask me in the end.

Emily remained silent for a while. "Doctor said you can go home one day after waking up. Maybe tomorrow."

I nodded my head understanding.

"I'm going to call the doctor" said Emily suddenly up from where she stood. "Wait here."

I nodded again, noticing Emily coming out of the room where I was being treated and closing the door slowly. Silence soon surrounded my room.

My head lowered to look at my two hands that were in a looked up position, revealing lines on my palm that seemed clearer and fuller than before.

"Lying," I murmured quietly unconsciously.

Flashes of memory flooded me as the words slid from my mouth. Whitney McClain, fangs and wolves.

Emily's hiding something from me.