Sleek ran up to Micheal as his heart pounded heavily and words refusing to leave his lips as he bent slightly, dragging in rough breaths between each second. Sweats clung to his forehead

Micheal slowly dropped the silver package back into the box, his sharp eyes fixed on Sleek’s trembling figure.

“I think she is waking…”

Micheal’s gaze darkened instantly.

“Yes,” Sleek continued quickly, swallowing hard. “I overheard them while hunting in the forest… she’s trying to know more about herself.”

A strange smile slowly curved across Micheal’s lips.

Sleek’s chest tightened immediately at the sight.

“Won’t that be dangerous for you?” he asked carefully. “What if she eventually falls...