As his eyes see it, the actual image inside the airport was not as welcoming as the clear blue sky under the smouldering rays from the sun outside. The airport's temperature is freezing, backgrounded by deafening sounds, and is causing his head to spin. What else could he possibly say? The wolf inside him always hates crowded places such as the floor he is currently walking on. Human scents from different races suffocate him like someone was grasping and squeezing his throat by force. Their diversified perfume, however, either bittered or soured his entire stomach, inviting him to crawl into the corner and puke. Sadly, he had to endure all discomforts to have the same good old days that he used to. His name is Nicholae Fisher. Gifted with 6'4 ft tall. Proud to have a light-brown complexion that differed him from the white and black Americans. Also, he had this unrecognized accent that sounded sweet though. What else did I miss? Oh. He's turning 27 in a week. Nicholae

{Nicholae's POV} Five minutes after the short inauguration ceremony, Ck and I rushed to my office to put on some clothes. Already looked shit and ridiculous with my nipples freely exposed wearing boxer shorts and walking through the hallways. The management was already taking care of and negotiating with those reporters and attendees who took photos and videos of the terrible incident. And they're not allowing anyone to get past the exit without getting checked. Even so, one leak of the video might put me and the company into trouble. Damn! That woman did not even apologize to me after what happened. I waited for her to hear her side of the story since I know it happened accidentally but instead, I saw her with my own eyes rushing away from the session hall as though she was chased by wolves. I was supposed to be blazing in fury because of that fucking embarrassing experience already. However, my wolf doesn't know how, it seems there is something about that woman.