DEA
“I’m a werewolf, Dea. Both of us are.”
“No,” I kept on shaking my head when I remembered his words. I flinched hard, staring wide eyed at Arthur Draco while he walked towards me.
But he stopped immediately when he saw the fear in my eyes.
“Dea,” he said quietly as if he’s in too much pain.
My voice came out broken like I barely heard them come out of me. “What… what was that?”
I glanced at the dead monster on the ground and shivered hard when I looked back at Arthur. Did I really see it right? Did it really happen or was it just my imagination?
“W-What is that thing?”
He crouched in front of me, making sure he’s keeping a healthy distance from me.
“My enemy,” he said. “He’s one of the many enemies I have, Dea.”
I laughed hysterically, tears spilling down my face. “That wasn
