Lenore, for her part, meditates at length on what she has learned from her mentor.
-> the werewolf groans inwardly while lying back on her bed. She blows with annoyance and strongly crosses her arms against her chest. "I would never marry him, Kenneth can always dream, it is impossible for me to live in the company of a child," she asserts to her conscience without daring to move.
A few seconds later, memories flash before her eyes, and she sees the same child bouncing by her side disguised as a little black kitten, while a tone resounds in her head and repeats to her incorrectly and through "Lenore, you carry my baby home, I'm counting on you."The youth instantly feels suffocated from the inside by the remembrance of these shameful events; her breathing accelerates, her neck is knott
