"Jasmine Yale, are you out of your mind? Can you stand your ground, just by staying here?" Sylvan Cheney looked at her coldly.
Jasmine remained silent.
She noticed a few droplets of blood on his neck, which were extra glaring under the moonlight.
She too wasn't much better off, covered in blood and traces of injuries.
Not too far away, a wolf was indicating clear signs of aggression.
It hesitated to advance, but was reluctant to retreat.
Further away laid the corpses of a pack of wolves, a sight for sore eyes.
"Jasmine Yale, you don't want to see me in danger? But I am even more unwilling to see you in trouble." Sylvan's voice was dull, free of any detectable emotion.
In his eyes, there were suppressed traces, that only grew stronger.
Jasmine's lips moved a little, and the light in her eyes flickered brightly.
She just looked at him like this.
Just like fifteen years ago, when she was on the brink of death, he was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes.
