er

e, the picturesque tiled roofs of old houses, the almost empty streets, and the b

een my constant companion for two centuries. I destroyed all the hunters guilty of the dea

tion tells me that the true culprit is still alive. So many years of wandering and s

elty awakened a werewolf, a humanoid wolf. A lonely monster came to replace the calm and balanced alpha

in of emotion. She is only a way to extinguish pr

gain there was silence inside. Neit

ows you to breathe a little. I try to throw everything out of my h

ns, eternal struggle, endless suffering, and attempts to fi

or of the name day of my business partner's daughter made adjustments to the eternal emptiness. At th

st. I don't know why I went to meet her, some unknown force led me. When she fell into m

ng in the resemblance. Every speck and transitional shade is etched in my memory f

. As soon as the girl spoke, her voice reminde

forced smile was unable to hide the pain in her soul. Her emotions seemed to be reflected in me. T

ly thanks to such developed character traits was I able not to survive but to bear the

accepted reality and died. My partial gray hair on my temples is proof of an int

lonely life, I had many beautiful women, but there was something special about this gir

ty angered me, and the touch of her soft skin spread like an electric discharge, spreading from t

m just a light touch to Gillian cannot be conveyed in words. How is this possible? Wolves after tru

specially created for her. When buying, I somehow

ntended specifically for her. The shade of the stone was

oma, which, unfortunately, was partially drowned out by expensive perfum

lian. In the reflection of the mirror, I saw attrac

y beyond the threshold of the mansion did I become the same. The obsession ca

anything hiccupped inside me, the familiar boundless emptiness. Goosebumps ran across my skin, reflecting internal di

and then

ou won't be here anymore." After all, I know that I can

r again?" a random acqu