Morgan momentarily felt unable to distinguish between reality and fantasy, everything seemed to merge in his vision at this time. Morgan felt confused.
He glanced at his hand, which was tightly gripped by Michelle. There were no more traces of tears on the woman's face, she didn't seem to be suffering at all. The woman smiled gently at him.
Something was wrong, but somehow, the more Morgan thought about it, the more confused he became.
"Dear, come with me. We have a warm and cozy house like in the Blue Moon. "
Michelle's voice is very soft and immersive as if each voice contained a power that made it even more difficult for Morgan to distinguish herself from Giselle.
"Dear ...."
Dear is Giselle's favorite nickname for Morgan.
Morgan don't know what the twin sister meant to call her partner like that. Michelle smiled gently. She touched Morgan's face, caressed it gently, then went down to the man's chest.
"Blue Moon?"
The image of the pack before being slaughtered crossed his mind, the tall wooden houses that stood proudly, the trees towering above their roofs, and the bonfire burning in the middle. They sometimes sang and roasted each other's meat, gathered together. with the entire family
Morgan missed the warm atmosphere.
"Yeah, we can rebuild our pack," Michelle answered firmly, and in her eyes, there was no doubt at all.
"Pack? Rebuild? " Asked Morgan again, confused.
In his mind, as the fantasy future, he had planned with Giselle flashed and circled, Morgan gave a light massage to his head.
Michelle smiled, she nodded slowly. Her steps took Morgan somewhere towards the field near a large waterfall. There was sloping land, and there was a house standing not far from there, flanked by rocky hills connected to the waterfall.
Morgan was momentarily stunned.
"This ...."
"This is our dream house. Do you remember?"
This is his dream house with Giselle, she is very fond of waterfalls, Morgan promises that they will build a house in the future far from other races, live in peace, safety, enjoy their days together, raise children, and love each other, throughout their lives.
It was just a simple dream.
"Come in, dear."
When Michelle led Morgan's hand into his house, the man didn't look focused at all, his eyes rolled to and fro. He saw white stones scattered on the ground, surrounding a black and gray slab of stone that was used as the road to the house.
Morgan also saw Giselle's favorite beautiful flowers neatly arranged there. When his feet stepped onto the stairs, he saw the knitted footwear that Giselle had made. Above his head, she also saw the decoration above the door that made a jingling sound when the wind blew. That was also an object, made by Giselle.
All of this belongs to Giselle.
Morgan almost lost his sanity, every time he continued to let himself be dragged by Michelle, every time he felt the weight on his shoulders getting heavier.
This house reminded him too much of Giselle, Morgan seemed to see Giselle's shadow getting more and more real in front of him.
Michelle took Morgan into the living room. She sat him down on a sofa, she slowly let go of his hand.
"I'll make you something. Wait a minute."
Morgan just nodded, he sniffed softly. The scent of Giselle's body even wafted throughout the house, as if the figure had lived and lived in this house.
"I can't think," he moaned.
Morgan leaned back in the chair, he closed his eyes for a moment. This whole thing was too intoxicating, the longing too deep for Giselle, and it made him feel that there was nothing better than staying here.
"Giselle."
Michelle, who was in the kitchen, glanced at Morgan, who was lying on the sofa, she smiled faintly, her hands moving carefully over the meat on the grill.
"Yes ... Dear, You need something? "
Michelle came with light steps towards Morgan, he brought drinks and food that Giselle usually made for Morgan. The man was stunned for a moment, he looked up and saw Michelle with longing eyes.
"What's wrong, dear?"
Michelle sat next to Morgan, she touched the man's face and hugged him gently, she felt Morgan's hand hug her waist tightly back.
"Giselle ...."
"I'm here, Morgan."
"Giselle ...."
"Yes, Morgan. It's me," Michelle said softly, stroking Morgan's hair lovingly and closing her eyes.
Morgan buried his face in the woman's neck, trying to let out all the longing that was lodged in his heart.
He groaned softly.
"Thank goodness it's you… I thought I couldn't see you anymore. "
Michelle smiled. "We will be together from now on."
"I was scared, I thought it was real, you died in front of me," Morgan muttered under his breath in a hoarse voice, his eyes bloodshot trying to hold back his tears.
Michelle closed her eyes, there was hatred on her face, but she quickly brushed it off and hugged Morgan again.
"I am here, I live, with you."
Morgan had tears in his eyes, he nodded stiffly, when Michelle let go of their embrace Morgan sat still and stared at her intently.
"We'll continue to be together," Michelle continued again, gripping Morgan's hands tightly and bringing them to her chest, smiling softly.
Morgan nodded his head slowly, Michelle then invited Morgan to eat and drink what she made, the two of them looked like a happy family at the same time.
Michelle continued to act like she was Giselle in Morgan's eyes, copying all her sister's behavior for Morgan until the man closed his eyes and fell asleep on the couch.
Michelle stretched her body, she stepped out of the house towards the waterfall, jumped into the cave behind the waterfall, the woman saw a brown-skinned man sharpening his knife on a rock.
"Dear … how are you?"
The man chuckled softly, he hugged Michelle and snorted when he felt the smell of another wolf on her body.
"He's not okay," the man said, touching Michelle with longing eyes. "He hasn't woken up from his stupor since earlier."
Michelle pushed away from the hand that had begun to grope her, she pulled herself out of the man's embrace and stepped slowly towards the cavern that was descending downwards, her big eyes blinking when she saw a human bound in chains slumped to the ground.
"What do you want to do next?" Asked the man in a seductive voice.
Michelle chuckled softly, she patted her partner's head lightly.
"The Queen wants his head, doesn't he? Let's bring it tomorrow."