Nina pov:
In just a short moment, Cyrus shifted from a handsome man to a giant black wolf.
At this time, my whole body froze, and my heart was racing.
My instinct was to be afraid, but I knew clearly that the wolf was Cyrus.
I forced myself to gradually overcome my fear and slowly lifted my hand, trying to pet the black wolf.
The black wolf approached of his own accord, his head rubbing back and forth against my hand.
My fear diminished as he got closer, and I scratched the fur on his head with my hand, my breathing gradually returning to calm.
"Cyrus, I did it," I said.
The black wolf seemed to hear my words and turn his head to look at me, and I just about met his blue eyes.
I said seriously again, "Cyrus, show me the view from the top of the mountain."
The black wolf squatted
