Under the moonlight, two boys, wearing only shorts, stood face to face. Both of them had delicate bodies, unlike Ethan's that was very lean and strong.
Stephen's dark-brown hair swayed in the wind and his gray eyes were locked on the figure of the boy in front of him. A mischievous smile hung on his face as he waited for the appointed time to come.
He was barefoot, just like Ciel because shoes would serve no purpose in this battle. Even the shorts he was wearing at the moment would be shredded once he transformed into his Werewolf form.
This was the only downside of his powers. Fortunately, he was rich and he could afford to buy as many clothes as he wanted. Ciel had a similar problem, but unlike Stephen, he could solve it just by taking off his upper clothes.
Finally, the moon had reached its zenith. Stephen could instinctively feel that his power was rising at an incredible rate. He smiled and nodded at Ciel and the latter nodded back at him.
