He refrained from answering, merely staring at me with his reddish eyes.
“Why? Why do you want to fight with me so badly? Now, I feel like I’m your prisoner, and you could kill me just by snapping your fingers. You saved my life last night, and today you want us to fight... why?”
But the Russian version of Cahl again refrained from speaking out on the subject that concerned me, even in his native language. He preferred to take off his underwear and in reaction, I modestly turned my eyes away.
I don’t think I’m going to escape it.
The problem was that I hadn’t passed the three mandatory mutations; I couldn’t transform when I wanted to, unlike him.
Feverish, counting every drop of cold sweat dripping down my temples and back, I closed my eyes, longing for the growls and other sounds I w
