Kace had turned into his beast, the white Lycan, but he had no power over it. This almost felt like Kace was an onlooker who was watching the beast howling to the dark night.
The white beast's howl continued and it sounded very disturbing, as if the beast was calling for someone, as if the beast was asking for help.
Maybe the candlemaiden was right, even Kace could feel the distress in its outcry. After all, the beast was being suppressed for such a long time by its own owner.
But to whom was he asking for help?
As an onlooker, Kace was standing right beside the white Lycan, he looked at his surroundings and realized he didn't know this place, he had never been in a place like this before.
Kace felt the tranquility of this place, as if the velvety grass, vivid flowers and a single tree behind him were breathing, alive.
