Even when Kael transformed into his wolf form, his wolf remained gentle and intelligent, much like the wolf I encountered as a child in the woods.
Wait-if everything could be explained, could that wolf I met back then have also been a werewolf?
I was too young at the time, and my memory had grown hazy. I only remembered that the wolf was large and had an incredibly soft expression. It didn’t harm me but instead brought me a gift.
That encounter sparked my curiosity about the creatures of the world. It was the reason I decided to study animal science in college.
Although my courses never provided evidence of animals possessing human-like intelligence, meeting Kael, Marek, and learning about werewolves had answered all my doubts.
Then I thought about something Kael had recently told me-that I might actually be a werewolf myself.
My heart tightened at the thought.
I turned to Evelyn. “Do you think I could be a werewolf?”
Evelyn gave me a look as if I’d gone crazy. “Are you insane? You don’t look anything like a werewolf.”
“Can you sense the scent of animals on werewolves?” I asked.
“Some, yes. But some of them can remove their scent using special methods,” she replied.
So that was it!
“If they use those potions, does that mean we won’t be able to smell the wolf scent on them?”
Evelyn nodded.
No wonder Kael and the other werewolves could blend so effortlessly into human society without anyone noticing.
“So, if a werewolf masks their scent, does that mean other werewolves can’t detect them either?”
“Probably. If they’ve completely covered their scent, even their kind might not be able to tell.”
I see now.
At that moment, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Kael: Seraphina, I have something for you. When are you done with class? I’ll come find you.
What is it?
Something important. You need it to stay safe.
Kael didn’t explain further, and I frowned. I’d have to wait until after class to find out.
When class ended that afternoon, Evelyn made her plans clear.
“I think I need to stay with Judy for a while. It makes me feel safer,” Evelyn said.
I had no objections. I understood she was still fragile. In times of vulnerability, people gravitate toward those they trust the most.
“So, I’m probably not coming home tonight, Seraph. I’m worried about running into another werewolf, so I’ll stay at Judy’s place.”
“That’s fine.”
“Just remember to lock the door. And your werewolf friend-since he’s your friend, he’ll protect you, right? Not eat you?”
Evelyn burst into laughter at her own joke, and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her.
“You’re not wrong,” I said with a smile. “I’ll be careful.”
Evelyn patted my shoulder. “If anything happens, call me. I’ll help collect your body.”
“That’s not funny at all,” I said, exasperated.
“I know. I just want you to stay safe.”
I knew she remained wary of Marek. She couldn’t accept the idea of werewolves being human friends.
I used to think the same way, fearing Marek’s presence would harm me. But after everything we’d been through together, Marek had solidified his place as a friend in my heart.
It didn’t matter what species someone belonged to. As long as they were kind, they could be a friend.
After parting ways with Evelyn, I left campus.
Kael appeared at my side shortly after.
“Let’s grab dinner together, Seraphina,” he said.
I turned to look at him and nodded.
I had questions for him, too, especially with more werewolves appearing in town and harming humans. It made me uneasy.
We chose a nearby French restaurant, known for its expensive cuisine.
The moment I stepped inside, the elegant decor stood out.
The restaurant was beautifully designed, with impressionist paintings hanging on the walls. Soft lighting bathed the deep red velvet chairs, creating a warm and romantic atmosphere.
Each table was draped in pristine white cloth, with polished silverware neatly arranged. Crystal glasses sparkled under the light. A vintage piano stood quietly in the corner, its pianist playing a gentle melody that seemed to float through the air.
The waitstaff, dressed in crisp black uniforms, moved gracefully between tables, smiling warmly as they introduced the day’s specials.
I’d often passed by this restaurant, wondering what the food tasted like. Its high prices didn’t deter its steady stream of customers.
But as a broke student, I never had the chance to step inside-until now.
Kael, however, fit right in. He sat down and began listing off dishes without even glancing at the menu, as if he had dined here countless times before.
Thinking about Kael’s background, I realized he could treat this place like his second home. He could probably come here every day if he wanted to.
When he finished ordering, he added, “And bring me some macaroni and cheese.”
The request seemed oddly out of place in such a high-end restaurant.
The server hesitated. “Sir, that’s not on our menu.”
“No problem. You can get the ingredients and make it. I don’t mind waiting,” Kael said calmly.
The server bowed respectfully and left.
His attitude made it clear he recognized Kael’s status.
I couldn’t help but envy him.
Being rich had its perks-so many things were within reach.
And Kael wasn’t just wealthy; he was also a werewolf.
His wealth and abilities only amplified his privileges.
Sometimes, I couldn’t help but admire Kael.
He had everything-money, power, and the extraordinary abilities of a werewolf. Among humans, he stood at the pinnacle of success. Among werewolves, he was one of the strongest.
I sighed.
If only I could be as wealthy as Kael one day.
But wealth like his wasn’t something you could achieve through effort alone.