"Hold my hand!"
Someone shouted, her voice smooth and clear, her long hair fluttering in the wind. The woman didn't wait for Morgan's approval, she jumped at him and grabbed his hand.
Morgan gasped, he looked at the woman and her hands alternately, tree roots wrapped around her waist that came out of nowhere, trying to take them out of there but not strong enough for the sound of the roots snapping.
CRACK … CRACK!
Morgan felt his body and the person holding his hand float to the bottom of the abyss. He did intend to follow Giselle into the afterlife, but he didn't want to take anyone with him.
Morgan hugged the woman, she protected the woman from falling into the dark abyss, and they hit the water straight away until a loud crash was heard, breaking the silence of the night.
He saw the woman in his arms stuttering, it was clear that this woman couldn't swim at all.
Morgan furrowed his brows. Irritated at this woman out of nowhere messing with his intentions, he pulled her over the edge.
The woman coughed, her clothes soaking wet.
Morgan pressed his body against the wall and looked at her curiously.
"Who are you?" Morgan asked bluntly.
"Iris, Amara Iris." The woman replied nervously, drops of water falling down her cheeks. When Morgan thought that this woman was a shy person, he was wrong.
"What do you think? Why do you want to kill yourself?"
The woman began to babble. Her hands, without even permission, began to grope Morgan face.
"None of your business."
Morgan took a few steps back, Iris snapped her fingers, and her clothes became dry in an instant.
"You ... are a Witch," Morgan said subconsciously, with wide eyes.
"Yes. That's me." The woman twisted her body, her long hair following her movements. She smiled widely and her eyes darted at Morgan.
"What are you doing here?"
"I just happened to be passing by," said Iris casually, moving closer to Morgan. "What's your name?"
This thick rose scent wafted through the air, Morgan felt his chest tighten and he felt the scent pierce him, as if forcing him to inhale it, he could barely support himself and stared back at Iris.
The woman had long straight hair, flowing almost to her waist, she had faint reddish-black irises in them. Her body was tall and slender, and her face had an unusual beauty.
The woman in front of him was a witch, but Morgan didn't see the slightest bit of the three heirlooms that Witches usually had, he was a little surprised.
This Witch in front of him was no ordinary Witch.
They were so close apart and Iris was babbling on about a few things. The witch's hand excused herself to touch her chest, then unhesitatingly slid towards her stomach, Morgan could even hear a squeaking sound from her mouth.
What?
Isn't she a little shameless?
"Enough, I'll take you back up," Morgan said quickly, he grabbed the woman's hand that was at his side, the more the hand played on his body, the hotter his body felt.
Morgan didn't understand what had happened to him.
"We are so far from the top. What can we do to go up? I left someone up there." Iris pointed up, moonlight shining in and hitting her face, Morgan was momentarily stunned.
'What is this? Why can't I take my eyes off him?'
Morgan's heart suddenly thumped. He took a breath and tried to ignore all the oddities that were inside him.
"Then get on my back."
Morgan wasn't sure how long he could endure the strange feeling that suddenly rose in his body, he shouldn't have to deal with this witch for too long.
Morgan turned into a normal-sized wolf, which was a little surprising because he usually turned into a giant wolf and had a hard time getting into this form without Elder Zack by his side.
He looked at Iris, admiring how smooth the fur was, she even touched and pulled it as if Morgan's wolf fur wasn't the fur of a beast at all. After being satisfied, the Witch climbed onto his back.
Morgan jumped up, up the cliff, in his life he had never allowed anyone to climb on his back, not even Giselle had the opportunity, but how could this woman climb up without him preventing her?
Could he do anything to get Morgan to submit?
They made it to the top and Morgan still had the pros and cons in his head, he was dazed for a moment. Iris was still saying a few words that couldn't fit into his head at all.
Iris mumbled a few more words, Morgan returned to his human body, and he saw the twinkle in the woman's eyes get brighter as if she had seen something rare in him.
is mumbled a few more words, Morgan returned to his human body, and he saw the twinkle in the woman's eyes get brighter, as if she had seen something rare in him.
"This is the best jump of my life!"
Morgan didn't understand what she was talking about, he held back Iris's hand because she wanted to touch it again. He wasn't uncomfortable because of the hand, but he felt hot and his head was filled with many questions.
Iris's hand was very smooth, seemed to be holding the hand made of white jade that he had stolen from Elder Zack a while ago, he looked at Iris and found the Witch smiling at him.
Morgan let go of his hand, he seemed to have to calm himself first.
The werewolf wanted to walk away, but he stopped when he heard Iris mutter faintly behind him.
"See you later, Morgan."
For some reason, when he heard those words, his heartbeat beat fast again, as if he had a wish and a desire surged from within his body.
Morgan wanted to see this woman again, he wanted to see her again, even though it was very disturbing, but he still wanted to hear her say her name from those red lips.
"Morgan ..."
"Morgan ..."
"Morgan!"
Morgan gasped, he opened his eyes and saw there was a red liquid floating in front of him, he looked up and saw Iris holding her bleeding shoulder. The witch was thrown upwards.
"Iris!"
It wasn't him who shouted, but Alita, whose condition was not much different from Iris, Morgan looked at his reflection through the puddle of water under the wolf's feet, he rolled his eyes.
What happened?
Why did he become this big wolf again and why did he attack Iris?
This can't happen, right?
Is Morgan dreaming?
Iris's body floated to the ground with a bang, Morgan didn't know if it was the result of his actions or not, but he couldn't let Iris fall to the ground. He sped up at her, Alita screamed again because she thought Morgan was going to attack the witch.
BRUKH!
"You dog! Once a dog, always a dog!" Alita cursed before she rolled over again because she was kicked by Michelle, she coughed with her face full of dirt.
Morgan caught Iris' body, he took her in his arms and curled his tail to protect the witch, he let out a low, puppy-like moan and stuck his tongue out to touch Iris' wound.
Iris coughed, a drop of blood dripped from her mouth, and she opened her eyes.
"Say my name, you bad wolf."
Morgan blinked, he saw Iris smiling broadly at him, and he quickly turned his body back into a human.
"Iris. Your name is Amara Iris."