"Don't worry; he's okay," Arthur reassured softly.
Olivia forced herself to calm down, reminding herself that Hermann was sleeping peacefully, likely without any pain in his dreams.
Gradually, she regained her composure, but her thoughts raced back to the events of that night.
She looked at Arthur, shadows of those wolves flashing through her mind as she took a deep breath. "What...what's really going on?"
Arthur sighed, glancing at Tony behind him, who shook his head.
After a moment's thought, Arthur shook his head resolutely in return.
As he turned to Olivia, his expression became deeply serious. "Olivia, what I'm about to tell you might be hard to accept."
Tony sighed heavily, bracing himself.
"I'm a werewolf," Arthur said, his gaze steady yet slightly wavering.
As he looked in
