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Kaya’s POV.
It is late in the night, and I am still contemplating whether I should go to the fountain or not. “I don’t trust that man.” I say to myself as though I was talking to someone. I actually don’t know what to do at this point, because there’s a conflict inside me.
As much as a part of me wants to go, the other one doesn’t trust the man. He is a confusion to my senses as a witch. I can smell magic on him, but as well, I know he’s not a wizard or anything relating to a mage. He’s an ordinary wolf in his true form, so it is indeed conflicting.
The moon is already shining bright and the wind is howling with cold every now and then. With every puff of the breeze is a chilling sensation. I am at the balcony and although, I am wearing a shirt made with wolf’s fur, I can still feel
