**Elizabeth's POV**

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The monster pondered for a moment, then raised an eyebrow with a wry smile, "So what? Even if I am a so-called Fire Wolf and I am a member of the werewolves, I am still that awful monster in the eyes of all werewolves.

I can't control my flames. My damned flames will hurt everyone who comes near me, even myself. I'm still a fucking cursed monster. No one cares if I'm a Fire Wolf or a Dwarf Wolf or whatever the hell I am. They just think I'm a monster!"

"Try it," I said.

"What?" The monster looked at me in confusion.

I said, "You've never...