Time flies by.
This homeless young man has been staying with her for a few months now.
Eulalia has been alone for many years. This man, despite his silence, isn't at all annoying. He's strong, and whatever she asks him to do, he quietly gets it done.
It feels like she has a younger brother with no blood relation, and frankly, he's better than her actual brother.
Ten days ago, Grey was sitting on the living room tiles, sharpening a piece of beef bone with a knife. Don't ask why he was sitting on the floor tiles—he just likes it.
He didn't like soft couches.
Even his bed was rock-hard.
At first, Eulalia thought he was just being polite and didn't dare sit on the couch, so she persuaded him a few times. Once she realized it was his preference, she just started cleaning the floor even more thoroughly.
What else could she do?
Then, he seemed to hear something, hurriedly put the knife and the beef bone away in his room, and told her, "I have something to take care of; I might be away for a while."
"What's wrong?"
Grey was silent for a moment, then left without a word.
This is what bothers Eulalia about Grey—he keeps his mouth shut about anything he doesn't want to share, like a clam. Even something as major as leaving for a while, he didn't bother to explain.
If he's rushing off, it's definitely not a minor issue.
It's been ten days, and there hasn't been a single word from him.
Honestly, isn't he still her bodyguard, at least on paper?
Shouldn't he be reporting his whereabouts to her?
Even if he's not her bodyguard, she's still his sister, right? After a few months of living together, are they still supposed to act as distant strangers?
Or...has it always been this way?
So, he doesn't feel the need to tell her where he's going.
Was she just being sentimental? Did she take it too seriously?
Eulalia sometimes thought of this place, feeling a twinge of melancholy. Her family had utterly disappointed her, and after years of struggling alone, the hardships, loneliness, and grievances seemed endless, a tale that could fill three days and nights.
Anyone who's been lonely for a long time understands that when someone agreeable comes into your life, it doesn't have to be romantic; just simple companionship is a comfort.
She truly cares about this guy, treating him like a real brother.
She's been doting on him, buying him new clothes.
So, was she overthinking it?
After the disappointment, there's anger.
An unexplainable fire rises in her chest—this little wolf is too much!!
Doesn't he know how good she's been to him?
Just up and leaving like that, really?
Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.
Eulalia's eyes lit up—Grey has returned.
She rushed to the door and was about to open it but stopped.
Someone who's suffered too much eventually learns caution, even if they're slow.
What if the person outside isn't him?
If she speaks up, she'll reveal she's home.
Eulalia's heart raced as she pressed her lips together.
At that moment, a low voice from outside said,
"It's me."
Eulalia swung the door open to see the boy standing there in the same clothes as that day. Holding back her happiness, she put on a serious face. "Come in!"
Grey noticed something off in her tone, silently watching her as he walked inside.
Eulalia pointed to the living room tiles, a rare serious look on her round face. "Sit! I have something to ask you."
The tall, slender young man sat down without a word.
"I'm asking you," Eulalia crossed her arms and paced in front of Grey before stopping in front of him. "We've known each other for months now. Do I still stranger to you?"
Grey hesitated, looked up at her, and then shook his head.
Seeing his response, Eulalia's voice grew louder, gaining confidence. "I told you, I treat you like my own brother. How have I treated you? Search your heart!"
"Very well."
"I may not be your real sister, but I'm at least half of a half-sister, right?" Eulalia continued, her temper flaring again. "Or do I not even count as that?"
Grey stared at Eulalia, paused, then spoke, "You do."
"Right, I count, don't I? Then why didn't you tell me where you went these ten days? Do you know I was worried? You just up and left! Have you considered how your sister would feel? I'm not heartless—are your kind of species?" Eulalia spilled out all her bottled-up frustration.
Grey looked startled, then explained, "I went to capture fallen werewolves. If I'd told you, you would've been scared."
After all, there were dozens of rogue werewolves. Such situations were rare.
But after this capture, things should be peaceful for many years.
"Don't worry about whether I'll be scared! Just tell me where you're going next time! I'll be even more worried if you keep me in the dark!"
Grey nodded sincerely. "I understand."
Only then did Eulalia's tone soften. "Is everything settled? Are you hurt anywhere? Hungry? Have you eaten?"
Her barrage of concern brought a faint smile to Grey's lips.
He really liked the way she showed her care—it's very comforting.
"I'm hungry."
"Alright, I'll cook some meat for you."
Soon, Grey was eating large chunks of beef.
"What's going on here?" Eulalia's gaze fell on Grey's nape, and she yanked down his hoodie, her eyes widening as she gasps, "You...you're injured!!"
The deep, long bite marks from a beast haven't bled, but they look terrifying and painful.
One can imagine Grey almost lost his life to the fallen lone werewolves.
"Doesn't it hurt? Why didn't you say anything from the start!" Eulalia felt both angry and distressed—this fool! He even let her scold him for so long!
Grey continued eating with an innocent look in his eyes.
Eulalia rubbed her forehead and fetched a small medical kit. "Stay still; I'll sprinkle some medicinal powder and wrap it with gauze. Don't let it get wet afterward."
If he were human, he'd have to go to the hospital for stitches by now.
But she had noticed that werewolves, like him, had a high pain tolerance and fast self-healing ability.
As her hand touched Grey's neck, he flinched, biting his meat and dodging away instantly.
"What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to stay still?" Eulalia frowned. "Behave!"
The young man lowered his gaze and continued eating, staying still.
He simply felt... ticklish.
Besides, he was a male werewolf, and they weren't suited for such close contact.
He had never been in a relationship, so having a woman's hand touch his neck now and then made his ears redden, and he bit his lip, feeling a bit flustered inside.
She...
She had said that she was like a sister to him, which made her family.
He couldn't have any other thoughts. Whether human or werewolf, it was normal for family to care for one another.
With that in mind, he forced himself to calm down and obediently let Eulalia apply medicine and bandage him.
Only, he couldn't control the redness spreading across his ears and handsome face.
Eulalia noticed that Grey had once again taken out a bone to grind.
His expression was serious, his gaze focused.
He was making a necklace.
He felt that the smooth, refined, rounded necklace would suit the chubby woman's fair neck perfectly.
He had seen that female werewolves liked wearing necklaces like this.
