“If you want,” the man looked coldly at Il. “We can tell Feriel who you are. It will be fair if you are not satisfied with your aunt-rent. I, too, am tired of omissions.

Il was taken aback by the werewolf's sudden offer. Should Feriel know that she had degenerated him five years ago? Will his little cozy little world, where everything is simple and clear, not collapse?

“I want,” the girl whispered thoughtlessly and covered her mouth with a hand stained with blood and sticky ice cream.

- Are you sure? Felix squinted.

“I don’t know,” Il sat down next to him. “It would be too selfish of me...