“May I ask what he said about me?” Brandon asks.

Is that the reason why he approached me? Only to clear his name? If that is the case, then I am certain that the Klevon guy is a liar. An Owusu liar, huh?

“He said you rape beautiful werewolves, like my best friend Nowra.”

Suddenly, there is a cold in the air. The evening seems to arrive faster too. I could even imagine the ocean turning into a tundra. I shift my attention to him and see that it’s his magic. He exudes malaise which opposed his previously bright aura.

“And?” he prods me on. His voice is grating, why...