W-wait... Something's wrong with Jock.

In my stubbornness not to answer the question, there was also the fear of “getting hooked on a werewolf,” as my classmates used to call the addiction to sex with hot two-faced guys in student slang, and the desire to prove my professionalism, and even the fear that the commander perfectly portrays his role, and I act like a naive girl.

An explosive mixture of doubt and pride raged in my soul, forcing me to pull myself together and not respond to the provocation. Favorra's breath, a millimeter away from my ear, blew my mind, but I stubbornly continued.

- Jock. For some reason he......