The shadow watching Lucian gripped his arm, as if sensing something that shouldn't be there. His gaze softened as old memories sprang from his mind—the voice of a man who was weak, but still calm.
"No, Master. I'll save you, so hold on...!"
Images of the past that had almost faded reappeared. His figure, who used to be just a white wolf cub with blood-stained fur, ran across the battlefield. In front of him, a person with a body full of wounds was lying weak, but still giving a faint smile.
"Is it June... Thank goodness." The man raised his hand with difficulty, rubbing his head in such a familiar motion. "I think I'm going to lose my friends and colleagues right now."
"What are you talking about?! This must be because of that damn human, right?!" An angry voice echoed, his teeth clenched tightly holding back the boiling anger in his chest.
