Willow stood up and strolled toward Lucas, whose face was drowned in frustration. “I am very sorry my Were-Pire. But what was the prophecy about?” She smiled.

He stood up, barging his claws, and slowly, he scratched them on the desk tracing a line.

His red eyes stared right at Willow in anger.

She felt a chill in her veins, and her body trembled a little. She took a few steps backward, her hand knocking down the vase on Lucas‘s table, causing it to smash on the ground. “Oops… Sorry.” She smiled at him and spirited away.

Lucas chased after her.

She ran into his huge living room, giggling. Her...