Bloodstains are in my hands. It symbolizes courage and bravery that for the very first time, I've killed a werewolf with my bare hands and harmful bite.
I can still taste its slimy, bland and flavourless blood.
"Phew! Such a horrible taste that I could have tasted!"
I try to spit out everything but it doesn't work at all. My tongue and my throat love it, while I wanted to don't and throw away everything in me.
However, I need to see Emilia! I need to know that she's fine and unharmed!
"Emilia?"
I call her name but no one answered me. "Emilia!"
Turning around, looking for someone who's gone, and hoping to beat the werewolves are the things that keep in mind.
Everything happens in slow motion as the cold breeze howls that give shivers down to my spine.
The wind hauls away the dried leaves and it slowly falling into the ground.
"Wh... What's going on? Why do I feel weak and my knees are shaking!" My lips trembled upon seeing a werewolf from afar.
