It was a pleasant evening. The amusement park was filled with the laughter of visitors, exciting rides, and all of it left a lasting impression. But there was something sweeter—Evans' words made Jeanice briefly forget that he was a werewolf, a creature she should have been wary of.

As they walked out of the amusement park, Evans walked beside her, his hands casually slipping into his jacket pockets. The cool night air carried the scent of popcorn and cotton candy, and the streets grew quieter as the night wore on.

"Did you have fun?" Evans asked, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.

Jeanice glanced at him, his relaxed demeanor somehow...