The noise they produced in the forest was quite loud, and there was a lot of it. They did it to the forest where they hunt the two werewolves, and as I turned around, I wasn't expecting to see Apollo hunched over in the corner with his body leaned against the wall.
"Apollo . . ." I uttered. I had the impression that I gave him a satisfied look—even though I am not, and I turned around as soon as the werewolf cry died.
It indicates that they have passed away.
"Gloria," he replied as he moved closer and gently caressed my hand.
"I don't think you'll ever be able to comprehend how I feel. They shouldn't be allowed to perish, in my opinion. I think they should have been punished for many years by being burned by the silver, and then they should have been left alone to die when th
