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On the way back, his strides are slower, and I know he is purposely walking beside me to protect me. He seems more nervous than he is letting on.

His eyes keep looking at the sun, scanning our surroundings, and judging my pace. I feel anxious every time I sense his eyes on my legs. It's as if my pace is insulting him. I don't want him to be angry at me, so I swallow and pick up my pace.

"I am sorry I walk slow," I whisper, and he grunts a little.

"All humans are slow. I am only worried about your pace currently because the sun sets soon," he replies after a moment, and I take a risk by looking up at him.

He meets my curious gaze, and I quickly look back down. I don't want to offend him or ogle him like I did earlier. He saved my life. I need to respect him. He has given me a clear timeline of when I will be going home. He hasn't been the most hospitable, but he is a beast, or I guess Lycan.

"Why do they teach us to call you beasts? I mean, it's clear that offends you. Have
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