Sapphire finished her shift. Thinking of Magnus's words, he said he wanted to talk after work. What could he have to say?
What could he possibly have to say...
She lowered her gaze, standing by the roadside, thinking for a moment. In the end, she picked up her bag and got into the car driven by Bruce, heading back to the Luna Palace.
She had finally managed to stop thinking about it...
She didn't dare to think about it anymore...
Seeing him again, what would change? It would only bring more sorrow.
Magnus had already been good enough to her, a mere stranger. She no longer asked for anything from him.
Now, she just wanted to stay far from him. Slowly... slowly, she would forget him.
The night gradually descended.
In the Bureau.
In the Prison.
"Roar!!! Magnus! You traitor of the werewolf!" In the iron cell, the fallen werewolf, shackled with iron chains, his tattered clothes reeking of filth, roared in anger: "You won't die well! Helping the pure humans!"
His struggling movements made the heavy iron chains clatter continuously.
"Roar!" His mouth reeked with a nauseating stench as he glared with blood-red eyes. "One day, you traitors will be devoured till not even your bones remain! Hahaha, just you wait! Magnus! You won't die a good death!"
Two meters away, Magnus stood in a black uniform, his expression neutral. His pupils were a pale blue, like the endless depths of the ocean.
The roar of the fallen werewolf, filled with pressure, was like the tantrum of a child to him.
He confirmed the foul odor in the air, speaking calmly: "You've eaten your own kind. Death penalty."
With that, he turned and walked away.
No matter how the fallen werewolf behind him cursed or raged, he didn't care.
The captured fallen werewolves were being dealt with according to their crimes. These days were his busiest, but after sorting out his feelings, he still made time around noon to seek out that female werewolf.
He glanced at the time—it was almost time for her to finish work.
"Alpha Magnus, the next one is seriously injured and has not yet eaten his own kind. Please confirm."
Magnus responded calmly: "I have other matters to handle right now."
With that, he left the prison.
Sapphire... was a very timid female werewolf. He had never encountered such a fragile female. If she called him and heard the angry roars of these fallen werewolves in the prison, she would probably be scared.
"Ah..." The werewolf worker watched Magnus leave without turning back. Hearing the roars and the clanging of chains echoing throughout the prison, he shuddered.
It would be a lie to say he wasn't afraid of the fallen werewolves, especially since this prison had recently captured dozens of them.
As expected of Alpha Magnus, when facing the terrifying and ruthless fallen werewolves, he always kept a poker face, unfazed.
But now, the most important thing... isn't it to deal with these fallen werewolves?
Is there anything more important than this?
He didn't quite understand.
"Roar... You won't die well, traitors! You won't die well!"
"I'll devour your flesh! I'll eat your mates and cubs!"
"Let me out! Roar!!!"
The young werewolf worker trembled slightly, turned to look at the fallen werewolves locked in their iron cells. He held back, but finally couldn't stop himself from shaking his head and sighing. "Look at you now, how ugly you've become. It's a shame... you were once adorable cubs."
Outside, Magnus checked his phone, slightly furrowing his brow. It was still silent—she hadn't finished work yet?
He was about to call her when he suddenly heard an urgent voice from the prison: "Alpha! A fallen werewolf has escaped!"
Magnus's ears twitched, and in the next moment, he vanished from his spot, moving with such speed that he became a blur. After handling the matters at hand, he washed his hands and reached for his phone—only to be called away again.
By the time he found a spare moment, he realized Sapphire hadn't contacted him.
This was unusual; normally, she would have sent him several messages by now.
Reflecting on her recent reluctance, her attempts to draw a clear boundary, Magnus felt a pang of uncertainty. In the past, he would have been pleased to see her growing independence.
But...
After the recent incident, when he'd nearly thought he'd lost her, the overwhelming fear and pain he felt made him realize how unique Sapphire was to him.
Upon careful thought, he recognized that, through his unconscious protection, he'd developed feelings for this fragile, often tearful female werewolf who depended on him.
Having come to this conclusion, he knew it was time to act. Feelings, once unearthed, couldn't simply be set aside. Today, he would tell Sapphire how he felt.
How she responded—he would cross that bridge when he got there.
Now that he was so busy, perhaps it wasn't the right time to say this.
He probably carried the scent of a fallen werewolf, right? Thinking this way, perhaps it was why she urged him to leave today... Maybe it was her lack of consideration.
He would talk to her in person after finishing his work.
—
At Luna Palace, after getting ready for bed, Sapphire checked her phone. There wasn't a single message.
As expected, it wasn't anything important.
After all, what important things could he have to say to her?
Sapphire lowered her eyes, trying to hide the slight feeling of disappointment in her heart, forcing herself to sleep early.
The next day.
The third day.
She hadn't seen Magnus, but on the fourth night, she received a text from him asking if she was feeling any discomfort.
