The Princess's eyes remained fixed on the werewolf as he stepped out of the shadows.
His gentle footsteps moved from the corner in which he stood as he stopped just right in front of her.
He was approaching her like a predator eyeing his prey.
He also kept his glaring eyes on her and it made chills run down her spine.
These chills weren't one of the passion as she used to feel before, but one of fear.
The one standing before her wasn't the Lukel she knew, it looked and felt like someone else and she was scared.
What was going on? The Princess couldn't understand a thing.
"L-Lukel," she managed to stutter out despite her dry throat.
"Wh-What is happening? Why-"
"Shut up your mouth," he gritted.
Her eyes widened at the tone he used on her.
"You seem a little confused, Princess? Why? I thought you were so eager to be with me? Don't you like our little getaway?" He laughed quietly.
