Why Are You So Good To Me?

“Clarisse?”

Luke’s warm voice calling out to her snapped Clarisse’s train of thoughts. They were already seated at a special box that had the best view of the training grounds. Glancing at his face, she could see the worry in his golden eyes.

“YES! GO BITE HIM IN THE ASS!” Erina screamed enthusiastically at the warriors fighting, oblivious to what was going on beside her. “Wait, wait, wait… NOOOO!!!”

It was an exhibition match between selected warriors of the royal pack. It was a way to gear up for the upcoming war that Luke was planning while the rest of the werewolves from other packs were still being recruited. The training grounds, as it is now, were erupting with cheers and jeers.

“What are you thinking?” Luke asked in a low whisper.

“Nothing really,” Clarisse instantly replied.

“It seems that you are thinking of something. But don’t worry,” he said. “Take your time, I am here to listen if you do want to talk about it.”