‘Two years!! It has been fucking two years since I met that red hair witch. I knew that she was a mutt, not a witch, but for me, she wasn’t less than a witch. A witch who had brought tsunamis, cyclones, floods, and all the natural disasters that could have happened in my life. Not a single night I stayed without thinking about her. And guess what? I would blame that dog within me for that.’

‘Hey, don’t blame me!! You used to inject wolfsbane into your body to shut me. So, it wasn’t always me who kept thinking about her.’ Inigo retorted.

Beast ignored him like always. He stayed...