The Sixty-Second Chapter

Cyrill’s heart was still beating fast even though he had already arrived at Vesta’s doorstep.

When she called him on the phone, he sensed something was utterly wrong, something eerie; something that is going to happen unexpectedly. And Cyrill supposed it wasn’t a good one.

“Vesta?” Cyrill then knocks three times, the perfect number when knocking. Not two or one, but three knocks. According to superstitions, when someone knocks once, it is doubtful if he or she is really a someone—a living person. When one knocks twice, it is said to be inviting a malevolent, unpleasant spirit within the house or building.

Despite him being a Pasiphae werewolf, he still upholds and believes in superstitions. After all, there’s nothing wrong in following these superstitions, does it?

“Vesta!” Cyrill knocked thrice again. And when he was about to knock again, the door suddenly opened. Vesta was smiling in front of him, standing there on the threshold as jolly as ever.