Liz hesitated, her eyes reflecting a mixture of vulnerability and doubt. "But will you deceive me like they did? Like you, they were skilled at making promises to me only to break them."
Gabriel's expression softened with understanding. "Liz, don't compare me to them. The werewolf race stands firm against deceit, unlike the vampires."
"Is that so?" Liz withdrew from Gabriel's embrace, her movements slow and deliberate. "I'm exhausted. I need to rest. Goodnight, Gabriel," she uttered, her tone laced with a chill that belied her inner turmoil.
As Liz left the room, Gabriel was left to grapple with her words and the weight of her past betrayals.
"Life has been unkind to you, Liz," Gabriel murmured to himself. "I should have intervened sooner, shielded you from these trials. Forgive me for my oversight."
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