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Werewolf Spotted (1)

Chapter 13 • 1,437 words • 12 min read

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Your fishtail, exposed to the air, felt a strange chill for some reason.

The recent history Lorken told you didn’t match the world in your memory at all, and you had ignored too many inconsistencies.

It was as if you thought that since you could become a jiaoren, nothing was impossible.

Noticing that your enthusiasm for conversation had waned, Lorken considerately sent you back to the poolside.
On the way back, he held your hand and told you that having you stay in the underground pool was still considered impolite, and he would prepare a few more rooms suitable for your activities.

You thanked him.
You really weren’t interested in the pool made with a large number of gems anymore.

The next day, you didn’t say goodbye to Lorken, only telling the butler before leaving the castle alone.
You leaped into the sea from the window and swam to the approximate location where you had shaken off Herman.

You actively sought out Herman.
Besides what Lorken had told you, you also wanted to verify more information from Herman.

From your current mood, if it weren’t for waiting for the witch’s reply, you wouldn’t want to talk to Lorken again for a short time.
Lorken was colder than a cold-blooded animal to the bone.

And for the questions in your heart, you were eager to find an answer.

To walk on land, you indeed needed a pair of legs.

You dived into the sea and swam towards the depths.
Your soundwave wouldn’t have kept Herman unconscious for long.
He might have already left.

“Are you looking for me?”

From behind you, it was still the humming from the chest cavity.

You turned around and saw Herman’s soft and beautiful features.

He approached you, his eel tail swaying much like a snake, soft as if boneless, or like silk floating flexibly in the sea.

“You have a magical power.”
Herman had never seen a kinsman who could attack with their voice.
The kinsmen he had met were mostly strengthened by their primitive powers due to the uniqueness of their species.

Last night, he had first sunk to the bottom of the sea and only woke up halfway through the night.
He had wanted to wait for you by the vampire’s castle, but he knew about the vampire’s absolute possession of his territory, a very normal marking behavior in this Lost Sea.

Herman was very surprised that you would come back to this place, even though he was the one waiting here first.

He swam around you, but no longer said anything that would easily provoke you.
He was avoiding another attack from you.

“How old are you?” you suddenly asked.

“Hmm?
Me?”
“About… almost two hundred years old.”

Herman answered you honestly, then came closer and grabbed your hand, placing his head in your palm.

He tilted his head and looked up at you.

“How about it?
I just came of age not long ago.
The age is very suitable for a partner.”
He tried to weaken the innate aggressiveness in his eyes.

Your entire palm felt his moist facial skin, the sensation in your palm exceptionally clear.

You felt him nuzzle your hand with his nose, then lick your palm, and then turn to look at you again.

His body temperature wasn’t scorching hot, like a basin of warm water, the same temperature you felt in your palm, not at all like his fiery hair color.

“What are you doing?”
You were already immune to being bitten and licked by different creatures.
Ignoring his self-recommendation, you asked about this series of actions with confusion.

“Don’t you like dogs?”
“This is what I’ve seen dogs do.”

You pushed Herman’s head away with a slap, thinking he was moody.

You already knew this was the Lost Sea, composed of eighty-five percent sea and fifteen percent islands and land.
You had only seen mermaids and sea creatures, and vampires.
Where would dogs come from?

Faced with your question, Herman was about to answer subconsciously, but then he suddenly changed his tune.

“You’ve asked so many questions.”
“But I still don’t know your name.”

Your name?
You had never remembered it, but telling Herman the truth now would definitely be seen as a lie.

“My name…”
“Munashe, that’s my name.”

The name the vampire prince had given you came in handy right away, to brush off Herman.

“It’s so beautiful.”

“Before humans were forbidden from entering this sea, some fishermen kept dogs, and some dogs could even catch fish.”
“Thirty years ago, that tyrant also brought dogs out to sea.”

He began to answer your question again.

“You were there thirty years ago?”
So what Lorken said was partly true.
Even Herman was there.

Herman heard this and asked you in return, then answered himself.

“You weren’t?
That’s right, if you were, I would have discovered you long ago.”

“The tyrant brought very large hounds, but I tore them to shreds.”

Herman said it casually, his attention then drawn to your earring, his hands itching to touch it.

“Then after taking the mermaid away, ‘He’ never appeared again?”

This question made Herman look at you strangely.

“‘He’ of course couldn’t appear again.”
“A mutated species that has lost its partner will end its own life.”
“‘He’ destroyed all of his hearts, and even damaged his own brain.”
It was almost as if only instinct remained, carrying the body of his partner and freely sinking into the deep sea, to sleep eternally with his love.

“How come you don’t know anything.”

New knowledge entered your brain.

You told Herman that you were a jiaoren, had slept for too long, so you didn’t know anything.

“Jiaoren…”
Herman knew very little about this.

“Then are you still willing to be my partner?”
“I will be loyal to you, and I will die for you.”
“That vampire is already very old.”

This sounded like you would definitely die before him, which was not very auspicious.

“I don’t want a partner right now, Herman.”

“Then what do you want?”
Herman wanted to fulfill your wish.
This was one way to pursue a partner, to satisfy your needs.

“I need a pair of legs.”
“I need Lorken’s help.”

You moved out of Herman’s clingy range and left him for the direction of the castle.


At noon, Lorken didn’t ask about you going out, even though he smelled the unpleasant fishy smell.

He somewhat realized his own complacency, and the true face he had revealed didn’t seem to have left a good impression on you.

He showed you the new room.
The change was that a large pool had been built in the room.

This room was at the end of the corridor, directly opposite Lorken’s room at the other end.

Besides the pool, the layout of the room was exactly the same as his, personally arranged by him.

A red envelope appeared before you, a reply from the witch.

Besides the words ‘Munashe’, your literacy level was still zero.

You opened the letter.
You could only see that Narcissa’s handwriting was beautiful and sharp, the turns very neat.
By your ear was Lorken’s narration.

The general meaning was that she could create a potion to stabilize your legs.
In exchange, she only needed you to collect some materials from the deep sea for her.

So far, all this sounded reasonable, until night fell.

A faint sound came from the window of your new room.

Layers upon layers of gauze curtains shrouded the large bed, hazy and obscuring the view.
The water source was close at hand.
You tried sleeping on the bed today.

The faint, lingering candlelight cast a standing shadow on the bed curtain.

You were a little unsure of the silhouette you saw.
You asked softly.

“Who are you?”


The gentle voice poured into Ulfar’s ears, as if being gently kneaded.
He couldn’t control the twitching of his triangular ears.

The bed curtain was silently lifted, revealing the true face of the shadow.

Black pants wrapped around firm legs.

The other’s muscles were firm, with broad shoulders, a lean waist and defined abs, and his arms and chest were bulging.

Even though his upper body was bare, you wouldn’t feel that he was being too offensive.

After all, his beautiful body was covered in fur.

You looked at the large wolf head that appeared by your bed.
Even though a scar ran through his left cheek, you could still see that he was quite handsome.

The werewolf had a pair of amber-gold eyes.

Alert, calm, and purely wild.

Your hidden love for fluffy things was activated.

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