Louisa’s POV　　The walk to the cottage was dreadful.　　I had never walked to the heart of the forest before.　　Tree branches trees were getting denser, twisting and covering sunlight and scratching the sky, like they were there at the beginning of time.　　My old nanny used to tell me bedtime stories, saying that in the deepest part of the forest, where time has no meaning, the incredible waterfall descends endlessly over the rocks. In the distance, the songs, clicks, and whistles of birds give approval to the gentle rain.　　But the forest where I was walking in reminded me nothing of a tranquilizing scene from a bedtime story.　　It was completely silent and the silence was slowly eating me alive.　　Finn was walking next to me. He must have detected my anxiety and used his nose to poke my hand.　　"Is that normal for a forest to be this silent?" I whispered to Finn.　　Finn shook his head. He didn't look worried, but he wasn't relaxed, either.　　I could tell something was wrong. But wi

　　Louisa's POV　　Darren stood up reluctantly and said, "Lisa, you don't have to apologize to me. You've done nothing wrong. It must be so hard to have another being living inside of you, talking to you in your mind like that. Master sometimes gets moody as well because of his wolf. He would beat and torture me for pleasure. I really don't mind. I'm used to it. That's what I was born and trained for. So next time, if you feel bored or angry, or I might say something that you don't like, feel free to punish me. You can do whatever you want to me. It's totally OK. But please don't walk away..."　　Darren was very reserved and calm whenever he was talking about his traUmatic experience. It felt as if he was talking about somebody else's story. This made me feel so sorry for him.　　I couldn't help but hug him tightly and cried a river against his bare chest.　　His skin was warm and smooth. I could feel the shivering of his body. It seemed that he was hot and cold at the same time.　　I could

　Lucas' POV　　"You can't kill all the rogues." Both Lucian and my wolf said in one voice.　　Fucking rogues. They're like cockroaches.　　"They've brought me way too many troubles. It's like whack-a-mole. When you solve one problem, the others just keep popping up. We're moving to the fucking South next year. I hate keeping an eye behind my back all the time. We'll be fucking fighting enemies in front and rear."　　Lucian said, "How about not killing the rogues and trying to look for the cure for this disease? If you help them, they'll owe you a great favor. People intend to cause less trouble to their savior instead of the killer. You'll be a benevolent prince in their eyes instead of a demonic creature."　　I didn't give a shit about pretending to be a fucking doe-eyed prince.　　I am who I am. You either yield to me or die in front of me.　　"Only dead people won't be able to cause any trouble to me. They'll thank me for ending their miserable cowardly lives. Trust me. They're rouges. Th

　Louisa's POV　　When Darren walked back into the room, I noticed that his face was swollen and bruised.　　He kneeled down and tried to untie me, but he failed.　　I could see that he was exhausted.　　"What has he done to you? Has he beaten you?" I asked.　　He didn't say a word, still trying to untie me.　　"Darren..."　　"Lisa, could you please..." he interrupted me, "Just don't say anything, please."　　He looked so pale. His hair was a mess. His pants were torn.　　He was shaking like a leaf.　　I zipped up my mouth immediately. My heart was bleeding.　　I wished I could hold him, but my hands were tied.　　Tears dropped down my cheeks like rivers. I just couldn't hold them back.　　"I'm sorry, Lisa. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I know you're worried about me." He lowered his head and whispered, licking his ruptured lips.　　His hands were shivering. His tears were dropping on my hands.　　After he eventually untied my hands, I held him in my arms and cried out loudly.　　"I'm fine

　Louisa's POV　　I didn't know why Mr. Weasel didn't like Darren.　　I didn't see any bad aura around Darren.　　He was always sad. That was true.　　I washed and chopped the vegetables while telling myself in my mind.　　I couldn't get rid of the horrible image of a flying vampire with a pair of mad eyes in the dark forest. Long black hair and razor-like long nails.　　What possibly is a vampire looking for in the middle of the day in the woods? I thought to myself.　　"Lisa, what do you want me to do with the meat?"　　I was pulled back to reality by Darren's voice.　　Mr. Weasel was snorting heavily around my neck. I guessed it was because of the side effect of anesthesia.　　I answered, "I've made some cumin sauce, and let's soak all the ingredients inside."　　Darren nodded.　　He looked at Mr. Weasel, frowned, and asked, "Do you want to put him down?"　　"He's not that heavy. He's just fluffy. I can barely feel him." I smiled at Darren and put the diced meat into a bowl of sauce.　　Darren sn