— What did you say? — Gracia looked at the man who had been the meaning of her life with astonishment. — Get ready. You’re leaving today.
— But why? Why? — The man repeated, dryly.
— It’s my decision.
— I don’t understand, — the girl shook her head.
— And you don’t need to understand. — The werewolf clenched his hand into a fist. — You belong to me, and I decided to give you to my friend as a gift.
Gracia gasped from the internal pain that squeezed her heart into steel-like tongs. And just like that, in one moment, her beloved person indicated her place. She was nobody… The girl left the room, not noticing the bitter tears.