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[Rei]

A couple of weeks have passed since the barbecue party. I honestly have to admit that I don’t remember half of the things that happened at the gathering because the only thing I recalled was Darius and I arrived at the location, met with Bambam, fought with Mark, bumped into Miyu, and that’s it. I didn’t even remember that I left Darius at the barbecue. I wasn’t sure who drove him home, but he got back just in time before my grandparents returned from Seoul.

I think I might be suffering from a partial loss of memory by God knows what happened to me on my way home or whether the memory loss happened in my own house. I am seriously confused.

Darius did question me as to why I left the gathering early, without him, he pressed. But he pushes no further when he got no answer from me and quickly changes the subject. And after two days’ worth of visiting, Darius exited the country and returned to his homeland.

Present time – here I am, in the woods, scouring through them, minding my own business. Well, my grandfather made this as my business because I said I didn’t want to go to Seoul with them. But what’s the harm playing in the woods alone?

Please, do not relate the red riding hood story to me. I will murder you in your sleep. Plus, I could get used to this fairy-like scenery, I feel like putting up a cottage in the middle of this woods for myself.

Amidst admiring the beauty of the nature around me, I don’t know how I missed it because the next thing I know; I was being pinned down by a dark furry creature hovering over me with its familiar purple amethyst eyes.

Mark.

He looks magnificent.

His wolf looks beautiful.

Secretly, I’m mesmerized.

I lay there in the middle of the woods with a werewolf on top of me. I didn’t know what to do actually. I couldn’t scream – I mean, what’s the point of screaming?

Instead, I remained on the floor of the woods, admiring this beast before me. He seemed to be taken aback by my acceptance towards his wolf.

See, I’m not just about killing and threatening.

I want to touch this wolf that’s still hovering over me, but I couldn’t. Why? Cause I’m afraid that he might not like it or hate me if I try to caress him.

Sighing, I admit, I’m human too. Thus, that makes me afraid of what people think of me as well – though only sometimes.

The beast above me backs up, returning the personal space I lost earlier. He was on all fours, eyes not leaving me. Obviously, he’s still got his guard up.

“Hello to you too,” I sai