Hello dear all, so here comes a new chapter of this story as my status said :-) I really hope you'll enjoy it, as many things are actually happening in there.

As you'll see, Kaan is now saying something in his original language, which is Turkish. Let me know what you think of the chapter, as I totally love reading your comments and messages and I actually want to thank you all very much for them!!! THANKS!!!

Dedicated to all of you and in particular to ladyafyon as a super THANK YOU (you know for what) and for your lovely comments! xox

On the right a picture of MAXIME, Michel's friend, vampire --> Chase Crawford

Enjoy!

KAAN POV

I skipped morning classes because it was just about a couple of boring hours of one of the most boring subject ever, which was introduction to international economic law; right, as if I’m ever gonna need that crap while leading my pack. Whatever, I wasn’t in the mood for college and anyway had some training to do with dad and then with Trey and Michel’s uncle, that badass warrior of Martin and damn it, it gave me quite the morning.

We had simulations of fights and fuck, Martin Malone was so fast and experienced in fighting that I literally eat dust and dirt. It ticked me off quite badly to be thrown down by someone that wasn’t another leader, but again, how old was that warrior and what he had already seen and experienced? A lot, believe me. But I put up a great battle, given that when in my lycan form my power and force were lethal, and so got the satisfaction of having him sweat in difficult in attacking me and we ended our last fight with my fangs a mere millimeter away from his jugular. Well damn, did we enjoy that, my lycan and I.

“Well done, Kaan, it’s not easy to get that close to me, but be careful when you attack so aggressively, a very experienced warrior could reap your liver out.” He winked and I noticed how his claws were almost on the target. We had changed back to our human forms when the battle was over, but kept in the same position to study the outcomes and realized to my great annoyance he was right.

“Fuck it.” I snarled growling my annoyance out and he chuckled.

“But in this case my clawing your interiors out would have come too late; or at least the damage would be too minor to leave serious consequences on you, so well done.”

We both pulled back and stood on our feet and I quickly peeked at his naked body, but don’t get the wrong idea. It was normal to see us stark naked and it sure wasn’t something that excited me, as only Michel had that power. Yeah, because my mate was incredibly breathtaking and nobody could be remotely compared to him. What I looked at was that scar he had on his chest and neck, the one gained that night of eighteen years ago. He caught my stare and I whipped my head away; I had questions and wanted some answers, but how could I go ask him without stirring suspicion? I mean, sure, Michel and I became “good and close friends” at the eyes of other members of our pack and to the humans in our college, but Martin was sharper than that and anyway, why asking about his nephew’s nightmare? He would smell something.

“You’re such a pathetic prick, great king.” My lycan scoffed at me, playing with the meaning of my name. “Get your head out of your ass and claim our mate.”

“Mind your fucking business.”

“They are OUR fucking business, forgetting that?”

I went to ignore him and Trey smirked at me, guessing what was going on. Oh well, bring it on smartass and let’s have fun together.

We fought and he was another tough bastard, really hard to take him down, but I managed that a couple of times and we ended up another time about to reap each other throats. It was exciting to fight and let my lycan and me be one and I loved it; WE loved it, as it was our primal nature. We were one and it was like if we merged with the surrounding, feeling the air and the nature speaking to us; I could hear the faintest whisper, the see the most insignificant particular. And move faster, way faster and wilder than when I was just in my human form.

I loved it.

I loved to stake my claims as future leader and impose my supremacy as lycan.

And the adrenaline of the fighting pumped my blood and instinct to crazy extent and I almost saw purple around me, completely engulfed in my lycan spirit. It was just about snapping my fangs and jaws, tearing flesh with my claws, shredding enemies apart…yeah, I loved it.

After that, dad and I reviewed some documents related to other packs and our mutual and bilateral relationships and agreements, on what they were based, when they were signed and why and all the shit you can think about it; it’s a lot of info to take and remember and this prick up here sure didn’t help in the task, keeping growling bored to death and asking me to go and get some action or find our mate.

Well, too bad because Michel was in college and probably studying and I knew he wasn’t alone, but with that filthy animal, but what to do about that? It’s not like I could just barge in the library and tear him apart, because it would create a damn hassle and chains of problems, since lycans and vampires had signed a mutual agreement of respect and peace. And that meant we couldn’t attack each other without reasons, unless it had to do with survival or as self-defense.

But believe me when I say I damn wished that to be possible.

To be honest, I never minded vampires and sort of liked them, although what bothered my lycan and I was their freaky mind tricks, because believe me; if you sucked at will and mental strength, then you were dimmed to be a puppet in their hands, a mere prey. And they were damn fast those bastards and that was another thing to admit that irritated me, but I could be faster if I wanted, damn right. But it wasn’t just that. They were creature not to underestimate under any circumstance, because once you did it, you might end up really fucked up.

Some lived according their natural life-style, so hunting down humans and drinking their blood, but it was just a few of them and always lived far from societies, because it would attract attention. However, the majority of them controlled their instinct by drinking animal blood or having their own refill of legal human blood, because yeah, they had their hands in some blood-donation business and to be fair I knew little about that. And, those were the one able to contain their primal hunger and able to face blood without reacting at the light speed, which meant they could live among humans.

Just like that annoying example of blood-sucker named Maxime LeBlanc and just thinking about his idiotic name had my blood boil dangerously, making me see red, my lycan baring his fangs.

“Kaan, what is it son?” My dad’s calm and firm voice brought me back to present time and I shook my head, avoiding answering.

How was I going to explain the hatred coursing in me for that damn animal? It seemed irrational if seen from outside, not knowing my being mated with Michel, so better to cool it down.

“Yeah prick, cool it down for now, we don’t want to be a pain in the ass for our mate, remember?”

“Oh shut up, you were growling a moment ago, forgot that, dickhead?”

“You’re the dickhead here, asswipe and we growled feeling the anger and jealousy from you and yes, Michel and his lycan are only ours.”

“You’re not helping in the matter.”

“We want our mate.”

“Cool it and keep it under your tail, at least until tonight.”

Dad looked at me cocking one brow and I just shook my head and snorted, making him chuckle and scratch his stubble.

“Having another interesting conversation with your lycan, son? What was about?”

“Nothing much dad, he was just being his usual prick-self.”

“Look who’s talking.” He rebuked promptly and I just rolled my eyes.

“You seemed nervous and I felt anger coming from you a moment ago, what was that about? Is everything ok with you? You can talk about everything with me, Kaan and you should know it.” He studied me a moment and I felt his gaze ranking me from head to toe as if searching for something and damn, his aura was so strong and pressuring that for a moment I felt like shaking my head or even tilting it down, but I resisted and kept my glance firm on him.

I was going to become Alpha, so couldn’t let something like this affect me. Then he smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Very well, you will talk to me when you’ll be ready and I’ll be there for you. I mean it, son.” His words took me aback and he registered my quick confusion immediately. Damn it. He couldn’t possibly…no, it couldn’t be, right? Shit. Did he know about me and Misha? Fuck, that wouldn’t be so impossible, given how Trey guessed it immediately. Argh..what a pain in the ass. Let’s play it cool and give nothing away.

“I don’t know what you mean, dad, since I have nothing to talk about. I was just feeling irritated thinking about a certain blood sucker, that’s all.” My voice sure betrayed my state of mind and my father didn’t miss it, concentrating his glowing purple irises to me, for then letting go.

“Cool it down, Kaan. You might not like Maxime LeBlanc and I do not understand the reason behind it, given he and his coven are precious allies of our pack and anyway, we signed a pact and you should remember it. You shall become leader in a few months, so let everything personal behind your shoulders and behave like an Alpha has to behave.”

I knew he was right, because as future Alpha I had to think about the pack before anything else and sure couldn’t endanger the relations with that coven, but still…and it always irritated me to get lectured.

“I know.” I simply said and he gave me a hard and meaningful look and this time I tilted my head to nod. He then nodded back and smiled.

“Don’t get nervous and don’t let your temper cloud your judgment son, you will need to polish that side of you. But that aside, you will be a great leader, I know it.”

His words filled me with immense pride and also deep affection; affection I had for my father.

“Thanks, dad.”

“Your will and strength are increasing day after day and it really makes me proud of you. Your lycan is one of the strongest lycans out there. Try only to better control and catalyze your temper and aggressiveness. I am not happy about the way the Dillons try to work behind our backs, but given they haven’t done anything out of ordinary or breaching any law, I cannot say anything to them. Of course it’s their right to speak to the Council, but if this continues toward a certain path, they will have to share a word with me.” He thought about something, his eyes peering out of the window and then he shook his head. “C’mon son, let’s get going with this. Now, tell me more about this other pack.” He pointed to a document and I snorted bored to death, but resumed with the “lesson” and told him what was there to say.

Finally everything was over and now I was in the gym training with other members of my pack and doing some drilling, trying some combos and take-downs. I loved those, as I loved the grappling and wrestling on the floor, because even when I was on submissive position (argh, I hated that word, as my lycan and I couldn’t conceive it, but that’s how you called certain MMA positions on the ground), well, even when I was there, my badass instinct and skills had me turning the situation to my favor and win.

No fucking way I’d let someone stand above me in the cage.

I was the king of the cage.

Damn right.

I ruled and dominated everyone inside the cage.

My thoughts ran a moment to Michel and reminded me he should be already here, but probably got side-tracked by some professor, which should better leave my mate go and let him come here to me. I wanted to see him; I wanted him to see me like this, because it excited me and the way he looked and felt when watching me fighting gave me so much adrenaline and excitement that my entire body boiled and my lycan howled to his maximum.

It was almost when we made love, as I practically felt the same sensual pleasure and connection, but on a different level and way.

I was on the ground on my back, another guy of our pack named Claus on me, playing a bit around otherwise this would be over in the matter of a second; I wrestled without putting real effort, as of course I was stronger than him, pushing him backward and slipping my arm between us, bridging up to throw his body up and slip away from him, to then turn around and grab him from the waist and try some chocking or throwing. We went on a bit, more seriously as he increased his effort and really tried to put me down, which meant I completely awakened and went on him with my primal instinct and he sure cursed himself for that.

We fought and I was about to have him done, until something had my senses completely alerted, like my lycan.

A scent called my attention and it was the mouth-watering and inebriant scent of my Michel, but immediately after that another one smacked my nose and had me powerfully growl, blinding my mind.

I lifted my head and eyes to see that fucking blood sucker of Maxime standing too close to MY mate and daring to touch him. Daring to touch MY Michel, MY mate..MY love. I detected also that other lycan, Yenling, but couldn’t care less about her, as everything focused on that bastard and my blood suddenly rushed faster and connected to my lycan, now growling and baring his fangs along with me.

“What the fuck is that damn blood sucker doing here?” I demanded at the verge of my roaring fury, my body trembling for the rage and instant possessiveness taking control over me and my lycan.

Michel was only ours and nobody else could dare stay that close to him, touching him and behaving so freely. We wouldn’t let any fucking body take our mate away from us, because he was OUR mate and we loved him to lose our mind. We would die if separated from our Michel and his lycan; we would lose our sanity…Because he was ours and only fucking ours.

Get your filthy hands down, you fucking bastard.

We saw red and felt nothing else aside the pumping of our blood, our link now stronger, our anger fused in one, about to tear everything and everyone apart. Our mate tried to talk to us, but we shut him down. We got rid of this one here and threw him away, darting to the door of the cage and kicking it open. We glued our eyes to that damn vampire and he saw it coming; he still kept too close to our mate and we hated to smell him around our Michel.

He had to pay for that and die.

We had to tear him apart and fest on his blood.

“You fucking bastard, you are fucking dead!”

We launched ourselves on him, keeping the human form only to have the satisfaction to slice him when in our weakest form, to show we didn’t need to change to take him down.

“Sen oldum, oruspu cocugu!” We growled in our original and primal language.

That soon to be dead vampire shot his eyes wider and took a step back to prepare to the clashing and while we extended my claws and canines, he did the same with his fangs and we saw more red; in a couple of quick steps we were on him and we slammed Michel away from his filthy hands, going for that bastard’s throat.

We didn’t hear the other shouting at us, we heard nothing.

Only our rage and blood pumping at crazed level.

We wanted that son of a bitch dead. Oldun.

MAXIME POV

In a split of a second many things happened at once and if it was not for the special ability of vampires to assess and elaborate many things and situations at once, I would be probably destroyed for real.

The rage and vicious possessiveness and craziness coming from Kaan were so strong that had everyone in the room except me bowing their heads or taking it in their hands, because it was crushing and too overwhelming; he was one with his lycan even if still keeping his human form. Michel gasped and I noticed he did not bow his head, but grabbed the left side of his chest and I felt excruciating pain coming from him and I wanted to do something, but Kaan darted at me too fast.

In the fraction of a quick moment many things happened.

My vampire eyes and mind could see some of them moving almost at slow-motion, as result of my ability, but I sure could not slow the time down and in fact, it all happened in no time.

A couple of members of his pack shouted at him to stop, and one of them was the future Beta, Trey Williams, actually running to us and eyeing his future leader and then Michel with petrified and worried face; my dear friend Michel clenched in pain, but then lifted his head and called for his mate and half, a desperate cry in the intent to stop this, because they all knew the consequences of such blatant and unreasonable attack. It meant breaking the pact my coven signed with the Purple Halo pack and it meant threatening Kaan’s future position as leader and Alpha.

But he was too blinded by jealousy and irrational rage, not understanding he was hurting his beloved half.

“Kaan!!”

Michel shouted, trying to come in front of me, but I pushed him away and my head snapped back in time to avoid long and lethal claws about to slice my throat; but in the same moment he had thrown Michel away, in the intent to take him away from me. However he did not realized he could have almost killed his own mate. His anger was dangerous more than in any other lycan I met in my long existence. Dangerous for him and for his own mate.

My fangs were out and ready, but I was not going to use them; it was a simple natural reaction.

“Michel!” I called seeing him being smacked away violently, landing on the ground.

“Michel!!” Yenling shrieked out of her mind for the fear for her friend and for her future Alpha.

I barely had the time to prepare myself to the sudden collision, which almost threw me away, but I resisted stepping back and then swiftly ducking to the side, right on time to avoid another attack to my throat.

“Sen oldun!” He roared in his original language and I knew it meant “you are dead”, as I spoke many languages. His voice resonated of a complete different note and it was not just because it was one with his lycan. Something else was there deep inside him. “O benim!!” He growled attacking again, “he’s mine” and the possessiveness was absolutely out of control and detrimental, spurred by something dark and feral, not just love or jealousy.

Kaan feared I would take Michel away and that was absurd and irrational, for I knew the depth of feelings and love my friend had for his mate and vice versa, even though I found Kaan too selfish for my taste.

This time he slashed my clothes and I reacted darting to his side and pushing him away to create some distance, but he reacted faster than normal, faster than any other lycan, and grabbed my wrist. He pushed me away and my back collided with the nearby wall; I did not register pain, but it was the first time I found myself being caught by a lycan. In an instant his claws were on my neck and throat, but I moved faster to the side and avoided it.

“Kaan, stop. This is dangerous, think of Michel.” I tried to tell him, while lowering down to avoid his canines.

“Don’t nominate his name! O benim, you understand bastard? Sen oldum.” He had completely lost any sign of rationality or lucidity. The way of words would not reach him. So I swiftly and quickly launched behind him and blocked him by pressing my arm on his throat and blocking one arm and leg, but I had miscalculated his strength, for he took me down and I had just the time to jump up and evade his other attack, his fist leaving a deep dent in the floor, as his claws before had left deep scratches on the wall.

And then something had us all gasp for air, in more a metaphorical way for me, as I did not need to breathe, but that is how all the others felt, and something, a presence or an ancient force of some unknown identity, pressured me and the others and I saw how Kaan felt it, too, but resisted finally returning for a little fraction to his senses.

The air became thicker and suffocating for the sudden heat and when my brain and senses registered the font of it, for the first time in hundred years, real surprise and shock had the best of me.

It was coming from Michel, as he had rose to his feet and was now walking to us, his face pale and contracted in something too confused to be discerned in a simple few measly emotions, his lips closed in a hard line, barely hissing something. His claws had extended.

“Kaan, stop it.” Michel’s voice was not even his, but as if coming from a place far away and forgotten.

The other lycans had noticed nothing, because they were all too confused and pressured down by what happened first with their future leader and now with this; but it was not accurate and I should have known it. Trey saw that and his eyes grew wider in what was…yes, he was right to feel that, because this was too unknown to simply brush it away as ordinary reaction. We exchanged a look and he was confused, but so was I.

I will have to take care of things here later on.

Kaan forgot about me at once and shot on his feet, going to his mate.

“Misha..”

“Kaan.” More pressuring aura came from him and I saw how some weaker lycans dropped at their knees holding their throats and gasping for oxygen, their werewolves probably whining and howling distressed; Yenling too was confused and overwhelmed, but not on her knees. She was a powerful creature, even if her antics and attitudes might mislead under that matter. But as always, appearance could be very deceiving.

“Michel..” Kaan whispered, now completely back to his senses and actually filled with crushing worry and love for his half.

I tried to move to my friend, but he snapped his head back at me and bared his fangs, growling his warning to keep away. And I respected it, for it felt as if only Kaan could be near my friend right now and I tried to study his aura and emotions, but it gave the same sensation of being pulled into a pitch black and bottomless well, the air too thick to be inhaled and too burning and crushing to be withstood. There was chaos and darkness. And a voice calling, but whose voice was and what it said it was not meant for me to be understood.

Michel stopped a moment I felt more emotions coming from him and from Kaan.

And then …

KAAN POV

We mercilessly attacked the bastard here in front of us, with our claws, with our fangs, with our brutal and feral thirst for blood and dead.

He wanted to take our mate away from us and we were not going to let it happen; Michel was our love, our half, our mate, our everything. We wouldn’t let any fucking one get too close to him and take him away. We would kill anyone trying to even think to take him away from us.

And this damn blood sucker wanted our Michel for himself and so he wanted to steal him, to steal what was ours…our love and mate.

He had to pay for that.

He had to die for that.

And we were going to kill him. Now.

Our claws slashed a bit of him, but the bastard moved very fast, but not fast enough to avoid us completely and we kept fighting and our canines and jaws snarled and snapped close to his filthy throat, but he moved right before they could tear it apart. The anger and fury grew stronger and the entire surrounding disappeared from us. The fucking bastard tried to take us down by chocking us, but it was laughable as throwing his body was too easy and we had it crush on the wall ready sink into his chest and rip his lifeless heart out of there.

He dared to utter our mate’s name and that infuriated us even more; who the hell he thought he was to carelessly pronounce Michel’s name like that?

“Kaan, stop. This is dangerous, think of Michel.” The bastard dared to utter, while ducking my lethal attack.

“Don’t nominate his name! O benim, you understand bastard? Sen oldum.” We growled smashing him down another time, but not fast enough, because he jumped again at his usual fast speed behind us trying to exploit some other weak point of our guard, but he wasn’t going to find any and so we grabbed him and had him collide with the ground once more, wanting to smash his skull and shred his brain.

The moment my fist went for his face, he jumped up and avoided it, but it was only due to a sudden force and aura filling the air and trying to pressure us down. What the hell was that? We snapped our head up and flared our nostrils, our pupils dilating in breathing in the essence of such incredible and overwhelming power, but then we split in our two separated halves.

My lycan quietly alerted and held his ears up, like his muzzle. And so did I, now tasting the real and original essence of such power.

It was coming from Michel, my mate.

I straightened up at once and turned back looking at him. My senses sharpened back like before and I became aware of my surrounding, completely forgetting about my anger and fury. The air around us was so pressuring that I noticed some members of the pack painfully at their knees, grasping for air and whining, their heads down. Yes, it was damn strong, but not to put me down on my knees and have me bowing my head.

Michel…that was not my Michel. What was going on? What was happening to him?

He looked as possessed and it scared me to death. Not because of the force and because of the strange and foreign entity my lycan and I picked coming from inside of him. What scared us were the emotions coming from my mate, from our mate and love. He was dismembered from pain, confusion, rage, fear, coldness, darkness, will of killing, despair, more devastating fear and dread, deep confusion and so much more that I was afraid it would crush him down. I felt like going insane for the worry.

What was happening to my love, to my Michel?

“Kaan, stop it.” His voice...that wasn’t his usual caressing and beautiful voice.

“Talk to him, Kaan. They need us. I fear for them.” It was the first my lycan had spoken with such composure and politeness, not calling me dickhead or prick. We both were drawing in panic for the well of our mate.

“You are right, I feel the same.”

“Misha.” I went to connect our minds through our link, but it was impossible to reach him, as if a foreign and impossible to climb wall had been built around him and his mind. I tried more, calling him through our mind link. “Misha baby, it’s me, Kaan..let me in Michel..baby let me in.” Nothing. The barrier was too damn strong.

But his emotions were howling inside me and almost breaking me, and I felt physical and emotional pain; what was happening to Michel? And then I heard it, confused and trembling and broken.

“Kaan, help me...” It was just a frail whisper in my head and my blood froze.

“Kaan.” Again his voice that wasn’t his.

Something was inside my mate, but what the hell was that? How the hell was possible? And it was so damn powerful and strong that I saw how only that vampire was able to stand it, and then Trey, even if he was breathing with difficulty and looking completely bewildered, like that other lycan, Yenling.

I felt more pressuring aura, but I squared my shoulders and contrasted it. I wanted my Michel back and I called more for him through our link, but there was no connection and that scared me. Why we couldn’t communicate in our usual way? I caught a move behind me and it was that bastard of a blood sucker, probably wanting to try something, so my head snapped back and my canines went out as a clear and loud warning.

Back off.

He looked at me and nodded.

I turned my attention back to my mate and called more for him. His face was dreadfully pale and tense, like his lips, looking almost lifeless; I could see his eyes had turned completely blank and white under his contacts lenses and his scent was somehow different. He trembled and again his sheer and tormented whisper touched my mind.

“Kaan, please...”

“Michel..”

He took another step toward me and then stopped and felt more confusion engulfing him in the inside and felt some fighting and more darkness and chaos and it all reverberated in me.

“Our mate needs us. They need us, Kaan.”

“Michel..”

At my calling him his eyes halted on mine and his eyelids flickered and when his head dropped as dead to the side, his body went to collapse on the ground, but in a fast stride I caught his trembling figure and held it carefully in my arms.

“Michel!” I called hearing my voice growing in tension as he didn’t respond or move.

He was cold, too cold for a lycan, and his lips were cerulean.

“Michel!!” I shouted more, but nothing.

He lay in my arms completely still and barely breathing.

Michel had passed out and I felt like going crazy for the worry and despair and fear for my love and mate.

What had just fucking happened? What could I do? I didn’t know; I knew fucking nothing.

“Michel..” I whispered, cradling him in my arms and caressing his pale and cold face.

EXTERNAL POV

In that same exact moment two lycans felt what was happening and closed their eyes looking up at the sky and calling for the Great Spirit guidance.

Elder Maiara was in her house and the moment Michel stood up and spoke with a voice not belonging to him, his eyes turning blank and white like a pale and solitary moon, his face cold and his conscious a chaotic pit of clashing emotions, feelings, voices, howling, snarling and desires, in that moment her eyes widened and she held her breath. Her fingers grabbed the border of the table and closing her eyes, she tilted her head up in a silent prayer.

So it was true and that was the reason and answer.

It had really woken up, after such long and forgotten time. Yes, it really was that…yes, no more doubts

But what to do now? She had to talk to Elder Aucaman, as she searched through their special connection and knew he had felt the same.

In the moment Michel almost broke at that inner and alien force and presence, as if an unknown and ancient identity had took possession of his body, mind, everything…in that moment Elder Aucaman was in the forest sitting quietly on a rock at the shore of the stream and contemplating the nature and feeling other presences around him. He felt a sudden pang in the middle of his chest and mind and he had gasped. Elder Maiara had experienced the same.

So that was what the tarots meant with being confused and impossible to give a clear explanation.

The answer itself was chaos.

And so it had really woken up.

Who else had felt it in the pack? No one else. No. That was wrong. Some members directly experienced it and their minds had to forget about it, because now it was not the right time for more to be aware of such truth; it would cause only more and unnecessary chaos and disorientation. But that were not the lycans he thought about.

Yes of course. They had of course felt it and he could sense their distress and worry. And many questions.

Then another lycan caught his and Elder Maiara’s attention at the same moment.

Kaan Demir, the future Alpha and leader.

His despair and worry for his mate were darkening and that was dangerous. They had to act immediately.

“Elder Maiara.” He called through the mind link he had developed in the past years with his old and dear friend.

“Yes, I know.” She simply replied.

Author's chit-chat:

So, what do you think? I bet you were not expecting anything of this, right?

As you can see Maxime is fine and actually strong and fast, which is normal for a vampire of over 120 years..it couldn't be any different. But what will Kaan's actions bring upon them? You think Maxime will say something or keep his mouth shut and help?

And what about Michel? What are your guessing on that? What will happen next? Not going to say, but going to update soon! :-)

Btw, I think this song was perfectly fitting this chapter.

Until next time xox