Leonard's POV:

Arthur followed me for a while, but finally couldn't help himself and kept asking after me.

"Are you okay? Are you all right?"

"Are you sad?"

"...... Werewolves have always been like this, the weak are the strongest, we only believe in the toughest."

"Or, what do you want to wear to the succession tomorrow?"

"Hey, why don't you say something?"

......

He kept saying something, I couldn't listen to it, he was me and yet he wasn't me, he had no human feelings, always ruled by instinct, he represented my most primitive desires, I wanted to be the dominant.

Was I sad? Sad? This is like an...