~ Riva
Geese were buzzing too much today, Charles was still exhausted of the road but couldn't sleep much, leaving Elizabeth there with a werewolf faerie in that mansion wasn't something he inclined toward. The girl had the phobia and if that man formed as a werewolf again she might reveal her other face and would bring commotion for herself.
Standing near Cyrus, Ryan looked at his father who just arrived before twilight. His face was masked in harsh skin.
"You heard it, didn't you?"
"Why don't you have more rest?"
Ryan was trying to change the discussion. He felt weak that he could do nothing.
"You must talk about it, Ryan! It is not time to have rest, I had enough."
"Father, let me inject the essence, being a werewolf doesn't scare me."
The Lord shook his head, "don't make me regret revealing it. Persecution can't heal your nerves, unlike it will haunt you."
