[Ellie's P.O.V]
But Anton ignored me. Suddenly, I remembered that the current Anton couldn't comprehend any language; he was immersed in his own world of grief.
I couldn't change the situation, so why was I forced to revisit this memory? The eerie feeling of being watched emerged again, and I quickly looked towards the direction of the gaze. To my surprise, I saw Panse standing behind a tree not far to the right of us, sinisterly staring at us. Even when I looked at him, he grinned malevolently.
A chill ran down my spine.
It turned out Panse hadn't died at all. He merely wanted to use this large fire to fabricate his death and escape to the distant forest to continue his inhumane experiments on the mutated werewolves.
But the disappearance of the werewolves had occurred before Panse's supposed suicide. Could it be that Panse had planned everything long before?
