~ EMILIA'S POINT OF VIEW ~
Blood splashes into my chest. Sticky and pleasing to the eyes, I stop myself from licking the man's blood. "Why don't you taste your kind's blood? Don't make me laugh as you vampires need blood to stay alive!"
The beast in front of us, holding the dead, lifeless vampire grin widely. Gray gasps while listening to him but remains calm and focus.
His black hat carries by the howling wind as he turns his head around. Clenching his fists and teeth, Gray blink his eyes, seeing truly the beast's face. "Where is the Werewolf's Prince? Where did you hide him?"
For the nth time around, he asks the same question. Then it must be true..., the Werewolf Prince is missing! Gray look into my way and the only thing I can see is anger. His eyes are too cold and eager to beat him up.
