The red fire flickered in the fireplace, the five of them each had a cup of hot cocoa in front of them, Syrena for some reason remained silent for a while, just staring at the hot cocoa first. face. Collins had to urge her to drink it or it would lose its taste, then she nodded slightly and picked up her cup of cocoa to look at it and start drinking.

"Griffin Barret..."

Judy opens the story. The other four's eyes were fixed on her, attentive, curious.

"Griffin Barret - a name that to someone who doesn't have superhuman abilities like the four of us or even witches and wizards like us must be terrified. Yet to have such a great reputation and As disgusting as he is today, he used to live a normal life, was once an ordinary human being like everyone else in this world."

"Then why..."

She raised her voice. Judy looked at her and continued, her voice tinged with a hint of mystery.

"When he was a normal human or when he became a Bloodthirsty werewolf like now, he kept the same name as Griffin Barret. I don't know why but I think it might be because it's so special, so he decided As for his savage and bloodthirsty werewolf, it is said that his father - Alexander Graham Barret was a werewolf from birth, having killed many people, causing people to fear. come to think of it. It is assumed that Griffin's bloodthirsty is inherited from his father."

"You didn't mentioned about his mother. Where is she?"

Devan asked. Judy replied:

"His mother died shortly after giving birth to him. Since then he has lived with his father - that murderous man."

"No wonder. No doubt."

Sabrina spoke up. All eyes were on her.

"Bloodthirsty since birth. It's disgusting, isn't it?"

Everyone nodded in agreement. Syrena now stood up, she finished her drink, her eyes sparkled at everyone, she said:

"Can I go out for a bit? It's a bit stuffy in here."

Sabrina looked out the window. The snow is still falling, but not very thickly. She hesitated then turned to talk to her sister.

"Syrena, I see the snow is still falling. It's not very heavy but I don't think you should go out right now."

Syrena looked at her sister, her eyes began to sad, she replied:

"Let me go out for a bit, okay? Please! It's so stuffy in here."

The little girl's voice begged. Everyone around had no idea, then that pleading voice and eyes captivated a certain sister, she nodded and told her sister:

"Okay, let's give it a little. But remember to play in front of the house, don't go wandering into the forest. Remember!"

"Yes."

Syrena replied, grinning and running away. The four adults now looked at each other, gave each other a shrug, and laughed.

[...]

Syrena ran to the front yard. Just like her sister said, the snow was still falling but not so thick, the girl smiled, ran around and fell heavily on the cold snow.

Uh oh! The snow was not too thick but soft enough, the little girl lay there looking up at the sky, but she saw nothing but the snowflakes that were falling on her face and nose.

The girl sneezed, don't know if she caught a cold because she was too cold? If that's the case then Sabrina will be very angry, at first she didn't give it away but I insisted on going, causing her to reluctantly agree. So if she comes home with a cold like this later, I wonder if she'll get mad or not?

But never mind, I'm two years old already, some little girl thought to herself, two years old is enough.

[...]

The little girl thought so and sat up, her small hands peeled off handfuls of snow, she just peeled off handfuls of cold snow and covered it. Fifteen minutes later, some little girl happily looked at her work: a cute little snowman, but something was still lacking.

Syrena stood looking at her snowman for a long time, then remembering what she lacked, she ran to a nearby tree, bent down to see if there was a stick that would match her snowman.

But she didn't know that while she was engrossed in finding firewood, a man with horrible long nails, ragged clothes and a strange smile was gradually approaching her.