Louisa's POV　　His voice was scratchy, but it felt like some sort of ancient dark magic chant.　　I was bewitched.　　When my vision was deprived, all my other senses became sensitive.　　I couldn't believe what was happening to me.　　I had never felt anything like this before.　　The only sexual experience I got was the day when I was in the tent and was forced to touch myself in front of Alpha Lucas. It was nothing but torture and humiliation.　　I thought I might secretly want to use Finn to get back at him, but it just didn't work like that.　　"Tell me to stop... and I will," he whispered to my ear.　　I melted in his words and gave up all my defense.　　Even the slightest tremor from the tip of his fingers would ignite a sparkle of fire in me.　　When those sparkles congregated, I was flooded by the electric wildfire of desire and lust.　　I lifted my waist to get closer to him, yearning for his touch.　　But at the same

　　Louisa's POV　　"Where did he go?" I asked Darren.　　"Master didn't say. He will be back soon, though," he said.　　"I don't like him. He's so giant and ugly," Mr. Weasel said, jumping on my shoulders.　　"Where's Vincent?" I asked.　　"He went out hunting," he replied, going out.　　I put Mr. Weasel on the bed and said, "Don't run around. Stay put. Will you?"　　"OK," he said and fell on his stomach.　　I rushed out of the room and chased Darren.　　"Where are you going?" I asked.　　"I'll stay outside," he replied.　　He didn't look at me while speaking to me.　　Every time Finn showed up, he got nervous and upset.　　I didn't know what happened to them.　　"It's cold outside, Darren. Please come into the room..."　　He said, "I'll keep myself warm. Don't worry. Tomorrow, I'll build another shelter in the yard, so I'll stay in it for the night."　　"Darren, it isn't necessary..."　　He abruptly interrupted me a

　　Louisa's POV　　When I woke up the next morning, I felt it was a bit hard to breathe.　　Then, I saw it.　　A white fur ball on top of my face.　　It was Mr. Weasel.　　He was sleeping on my face and snorting!　　I picked him up and put him softly on my bed.　　He grumbled something and smacked his mouth.　　I guessed he was having a feast of ducks and chicken in his dream.　　I stretched my back and walked toward Will.　　He woke up as well, busy putting the sheet over his head.　　I stopped him.　　"Let me wash it for you," I said, "You can stay in the room for a while."　　Vincent walked into the room.　　He looked much refreshed after a whole night of hunting.　　I frowned when I looked at his dirty cape.　　"Please take off your cape, Vincent. I'm going to wash them for you," I said.　　Vincent said, "You're very kind, young lady. Thank you for your hospitality. But I have to take Will away when it's still da

　　Louisa's POV　　The whole yard became very quiet almost instantly.　　"Darren, please pull Colt out of the water before he drowns to death. Ms. Salamander, I know it sounds weird but you look pretty inside out. You're welcome to our place but you ought to promise me that there will never be fights again in our yard. And I need you to release your brother because I kind of need him to help me repair the watermill. And you, mister..."　　I paused because I shifted my sight to Colt, who had just regained consciousness after being half pulled out of the water by Darren.　　He looked very confused and... gratuitously hot.　　His shirt was damp and wrapped very tightly over his perfect pectorals.　　OK. He looked like a drowned rat. Indeed.　　But he looked like a damn good-looking rat in his damn revealing shirt.　　I took a deep breath and continued, "Well, you, mister. You need more buttons on your shirt and..."　　Darren pulled all of him out of t

　　Louisa's POV　　"You're a werewolf, aren't you?" I asked Colt as we were walking in the forest.　　"Yeah, but I didn't tell anyone in the village about it. Mountainside is a very conservative place. The villagers have already been put through a really hard time to finally accept the fact that a queer is living in their neighborhood. I don't want to push their limit by telling them I'm that type of queer who can shift into a giant beast and growl at night."　　"Did you use to live in a tribe?" I asked.　　"Yeah. It was a long time ago. I was kicked out of my tribe for obvious reasons." Colt lowered his head and said, "My tribe didn't need me, no matter how skillful I am and how hard I worked. I begged them for me to stay, but they just wouldn't listen. There're other ways for a wolf to make a contribution to the tribe other than reproduction. Human beings understand this, but somehow wolves don't."　　"I'm so sorry to hear that," I said.　　Darren was walking in front of us, but I knew he