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Wilmore was galloping down the street where the knights' residence was. The image of the girl in the balcony has been displayed in front of his eyes, she had filled his head. He slowed down his pace and rode the horse to a dark lane.
He grabbed his heart, his heart was frizzing, what the heck was this? Since he was ten years old he never experienced it again and the magician faerie he met once told him that the wolf within him would rise to live and only the person who had cursed him could release him from becoming a beast.
"Ah, this pain! I hate it." He dismounted and pushed himself to a wall. Leaning his back to the wall, he slipped and sat on the cold floor of the lane.
"What should I do?"
He couldn't accept Luna nor had the ability of letting her go. Now that she accepted to be his belonging, it was her fate to stand by his side.
