Chapter 8

Hak coughed out water as soon as he got to the bank of the river. His throat sounded hoarse and he tried to clear it a few times to get rid of the scratchy feeling. The current had been tough, it didn't help that the weather had started to turn bad. He guessed the extremely hot weather earlier and the upcoming clouds had been a sign.

It had started to drizzle a while back, but the young werewolf was pretty sure it would turn to a full out rain storm in no time.

Another watery cough erupted from his throat as he leaned his body against the muddy ground, his arms keeping his upper half from collapsing. Breathing in the cold, but fresh air, Hak finally pushed himself up to a sitting position, before combing his wet, dark fringe away from his forehead. His blurry eyes drifted to his other hand that was still clutching the necklace. It was a wonder how he had held on to it out there. He placed it inside his robes, to keep it safe. He was sure Gi-gan would want it back. Shaking away some of the droplets of water in his hair, Hak let out a low sigh. How was he going to explain this to Gi-gan? Was it too late? Had the others even managed to escape the attack?

He sincerely doubted it.

'Great, just great,' Hak thought in dismay. How had those other werewolves even heard of the emperor's escort? There was no way it had just been a coincidence that they had run into Niogi and his pack. It felt like they had been waiting for them.

He resisted the urge to punch the nearest tree, it might calm his growing temper, but it wouldn't help much else. Gi-gan's plan had failed and he would have to be the one to take responsibility. He had failed his mission.

One last sigh and Hak decided that it was time to get up and head back to his pack. He'd have to tell them the news sooner or later.

With an easy hop, the werewolf was back on his feet. Luckily his body wasn't hurt, thanks to having his powers back. It would have been so much worse if he had fallen in that river as a human. He didn't even want to think about it. He had removed the chest plate of armor and the boots while in the river, it being uncomfortable to swim with. Now all he had was his blue undershirt, robes and pants. Not that he really needed them to stay warm.

Just to be safe, Hak sniffed the air for any signs of that werewolf who had fallen into the river with him. While managing to swim to the bank, Hak had still not seen any sign of him. No sent was picked up that could be defined as the enemy, only the forest odor filled his nostrils.

Deeming it safe to leave, Hak turned to head in the direction he knew his pack was situated in, when a glimpse of crimson caught his eye.

Moving closer to the out of place colour, Hak realized that it belong to someone's hair and not just any one's hair. There, laying unconscious on a few large rocks that sat out a bit further in the river, was none other then the.. "Princess..." Hak whispered in shock. No response came from the girl, but with his sharp eyes, Hak could tell she was still breathing, if maybe a bit faintly.

For whatever reason, Hak started his way back into the shallow part of the river, getting closer to where the sleeping princess lay. The water only came up to his knees when he reached her. How had he not picked up her scent? Granted he never got the chance to pick it up before, having lost his over-powered senses whenever he was around her – but still. He should have sensed something.

Reaching out to pick up a very cold and wet arm, Hak brought it up to his nose and sniffed. Nothing. He smelled nothing. Confusion took over the werewolf. Was it an after effect of the necklace? No, that couldn't be it, he was able to smell that other werewolf just fine when they had fallen into the river.

A small groan brought Hak back to Earth. His eyes snapped back to the young princess, releasing her arm almost instantly when he realized he was still holding it. He really had to pull himself together. So what if he couldn't smell her? Maybe all that perfume she always wore had somehow killed off her own scent...if that was even a thing.

Yona remained still after her small noise, but it would seem she would live. That is, if she didn't die of the cold anyway. 'How did she even escape the werewolves?' Hak wondered as he looked at the sorry state she was in. He couldn't see any flesh wound, maybe a few forming bruises. He couldn't be sure if she had broken any bones. Also, if she was here, where were the others? Looking around, Hak couldn't see any carriage. Nobody else was here, but there was no way that Kija would send her off on her own. He was sure that the emperor and Min-soo would be the same.

He guessed that that was evidence enough that the others hadn't survived the attack. Taking another glance at the princess, Hak was annoyed to find himself contemplating what to do with her. He was meant to leave her here to die! Why was he even thinking about it!?

The werewolf turned away and took one step back to the shore when, another, softer groan left the princess's lips, forcing him to a halt. Hak mentally swore at his own feet for stopping and at the feeling of guilt piling up inside him. She was a human. A human. And not just a human, but the princess of the enemy kingdom! He should be sadistically laughing right now, shouldn't he?

A loud, agitated sigh left his lips, almost forming a growl. Hak's shoulders slumped in defeat, before angrily turning back towards the almost-lifeless girl and gathering her tiny, soaked figure in his arms.

When she was lifted out of the water, Hak caught scent the of blood, on one of her legs. Looking down at it, he realized that the bottom of her dress was also torn. So many questions filled up in his mind, but now he was definitely sure that they had been taken down. The memory of that one werewolf jumping onto the carriage roof flashed through his mind. That had to be it.

Why did he feel guilty? Was it because he had been part of the protection team? Had he subconsciously taken his mission seriously?

Adjusting her in his arms, Hak started to make his way back to the shore, the water splashing harshly with his angry steps. It didn't matter. He would just help her dry off so that she wouldn't die of monomania, only to clear his stupid, priority-confused conscious. Then he would leave her to fend for herself in the woods. If she was lucky, she could find her way back to the trail. It would be her own bad luck if she was found by another werewolf. It wasn't his problem. In fact, she was already damn lucky that he wasn't putting her out of her misery right now!

Why wasn't he killing her? Hak quickly shook that creepy thought from his mind. She was just lucky that he was a nice guy.

"A little too nice sometimes," Hak grumbled to himself.

Yona didn't make another sound after that. If it wasn't for her shallow breathing, Hak wouldn't have been surprised if she was faking it all, just to be carried. It seemed like something she would do. Walking further into the forest, Hak made a quick glance up at the sky. It was getting dark and it was still drizzling. He supposed it could have been worse.

Eventually coming to a stop, when they were a good distance away from the river, Hak gently placed her down against a tree. She still offered no resistance. He then moved to gather some twigs and made a fire. The vast amount of trees above them, shielded the fire from the falling drops of water, but some still managed to escape.

Once the fire was burning a descent flame, Hak took the time to actually look at the girl next to him.

She was much paler than usual, most likely due to the cold and water. Her soaked hair had turned much darker than normal too, thanks to the river. At least her skin seemed to be dry now, although her clothes were still completely soaked. Her body was beginning to shiver, maybe she was starting to wake up?

Another sigh left the werewolf's lips as he watched the princess shudder against the cold weather, despite the crackling fire close by. He shrugged off his blue robes and placed them around her shoulders. It wasn't all kindness, mind you. The robes were from her castle anyway, so he was just returning them. Luckily the robes were warm and dry, thanks to his strong body heat. Her shudders seemed to decrease as the warmth from his robes surrounded her. She was so small that the robe actually seemed more like a big blanket.

Slowly, Hak picked up the hem of her torn dress, wanting to inspect the wound on her leg. What he saw were five, vivid claw marks engraved in the pale flesh of the skin, just below her knee. The river had washed away most of the blood, but some still oozed out of the ugly wounds. It was probably better that she was sleeping right now, her wound would no doubt be painful and he didn't think she had much experience with pain. It didn't look that deep though, it might just leave a scar.

She was lucky, or as lucky as she could be in this situation.

Letting the dress fall back to cover the wound, Hak turned away from the sleeping beauty and settled his eyes back onto the fire. Once again he wondered why he was doing this.

His conscious better love him after this.


Two werewolves ran through the woods with amazing speed, the one slightly ahead of the other. Their steps made loud noises as they continued their search for their mentor, they weren't exactly trying to be quiet. But besides that, the forest was silent. If they hadn't known any better, it would have seemed like a peaceful night. But they did know better, just not enough to understand.

Suddenly the werewolf trailing behind came to a stop, his furry chest heaving from all the running and recent fighting. The night almost hid his dark form, but the brown and white of his eyes prevented it.

The other werewolf stopped a few feet ahead of his friend, when he heard him stop. His own form stood out, almost shockingly, thanks to it's blonde-like colour.

'What's wrong Tae-Woo?' Han-Dae asked telepathically. His own breathing wasn't normal either, but it was much better compared to the other. 'Did you hear something?'

Tae-Woo closed his eyes as he tried to catch his breath, his clawed paws digging into the ground in impatience. 'No...nothing.' Another breath and the dark werewolf started to morph back into his half human form. Once he was back to his normal form, Tae-Woo sighed in defeat and collapsed to the ground. They had been searching for master Hak ever since they saw the outcasts ambushing the royal carriage. It had lasted the whole day and they still hadn't found him.

They did, however, find Niogi and his midget of a friend, Tomo, who had been in the act of killing off two of the humans. It seemed that the carriage had escaped though, but once the two, young werewolves were spotted by the outcasts, they were unable to leave without a fight.

Niogi and Tomo seemed to had shifted their advances onto them instead. It resulted in a very long, hard battle between the four werewolves. Tomo wasn't a huge threat, but the same couldn't be said about Niogi. He used to be one of the strongest wolves in their tribe. Tae-Woo had looked up to him for a long time, before he had decided to leave the pack, along with a few others. What they had been doing out there, he wasn't sure, but it wasn't his main concern at the moment.

They had managed to lose the traitors a while back in in the forest, but it had taken a long time and their bodies were sore from the fight. Yes, they had a better healing system then humans, but bad wounds still took time to properly heal. Hopefully the outcasts were in no better shape.

A thump next to him, alerted Tae-Woo that his friend had seated himself next to him, also having shifted back to a human state.

"You alright?" Han-Dae asked, out loud this time, as he looked at his fed up friend.

A moment passed, before Tae-Woo nodded in response. "...You?"

"I'm okay, nothing a little sleep can't fix," Han-Dae shrugged, but his breathing was still abnormal.

The two boys sat in silence, allowing their senses to scan the area around them. It seemed like a safe place.

"What do we do now?" Han-Dae asked softly, when he grew tired of the silence. He never could stay quiet for long.

Taking that question as his cue, Tae-Woo stood up again with a sigh and stretched his tired limbs in an attempt to wake them up. "We still need to find master Hak..."

"Yeah..hey! What do you think Tomo and those other guys were up to anyway?" Han-Dae said as he rubbed his cheek, from his place on the ground. "I mean, it's not like any of them to go near the borders?"

"We won't know until we find master Hak," Tae-Woo hummed. "Hopefully, he'll have the answers." Swaying his body forward, Tae-Woo began his walk and, look over his shoulder called, "Come on, let's continue looking."

"Yes sir!" Han-Dae said, springing back on his bare feet, his energy seeming to have been restored. Tae-Woo tried not to resent him for that fact, he was still tired.

They walked fast, but not nothing close to a run yet. The forest was still so quiet, but at least they were back in their own territory again.

"Wonder if those humans made it."

"You really can't let us search in silence, can you?"

"Where would the fun be in that?"

"Why do I even bother?" Tae-Woo sighed, just before being tackled to the ground by a seriously heavy mass of man. The young werewolf fell to the ground with a shout of alarm, as sharp fangs snapped in his face. His eyes widening in shock.

"Master Hak!" Han-Dae exclaimed in pure happiness.

The snapping stopped, to Tae-Woo's obvious relief. He looked up to see master Hak in his half werewolf form, his fangs were grown longer then usual and his wolfish ears and glowing eyes were also on display. Not to mention the extended claws, currently being used to keep the poor boy down.

"Han-Dae? Tae-Woo?" Hak muttered, as he leaned his head away from the boy beneath him, his eyes showing his confusion.

"We really need to stop meeting like this," Tae-Woo moaned in relief.

Hak removed himself from the younger werewolf and extended his arm to help him up. Tae-Woo gladly accepted the help and was instantly pulled up to his feet once more. As soon as Hak retracted his hand, Han-Dae practically tackled him into a hug.

"We're so glad you're okay!"

"I thought I told the two of you to head back to the pack?" Hak accused, with no real heat as he pulled away from the strong hug. It just wasn't his day...night.

"We were!" Han-Dae said as he let go, a happy smile on his face. "But then we saw some werewolves chasing the carriage."

"You guys saw that huh?" Hak breathed, scratching behind his head.

"Ah-ha," Tae-Woo confirmed, arms crossed as he watched his mentor carefully. "We thought you'd like some help."

Hak dropped his hand and sighed. "Your timing's a little off today boys. Niogi already did his damage."

"Yeah, we caught up with him and his sidekick," Tae-Woo said tiredly. "Only lost them not so long ago."

"And man, was he in shape," Han-Dae said, wincing at the memory. Thank goodness for super healing.

Hak grimaced at the statement and eyed both boys for any injuries, but found none, probably having healed by now.

The thought of wounds reminded the dark werewolf of a certain sleeping princess not too far from where they stood. He had been tending to the fire, deciding to wait an extra few minutes before leaving her, when he heard mumbled words. Thinking it could be that werewolf that had fallen into the river with him, Hak ran into the direction of the sound.

He had almost forgotten about her.

"What's with that look?" Tae-Woo asked, stealing Hak away from his thoughts.

"You aren't hurt are ya?" Han-Dae asked, pressing an index finger to his chin as he studied his mentor. As a side note, Han-Dae vowed that some day he would grow to be that tall.

"Did he look in pain when he knocked me to the ground?" Tae-Woo breathed in annoyance at the stupid question.

"Looks can be deceiving," shrugged the blonde, not really catching the meaning behind the rhetorical question.

Hak cleared his throat to get their attention. "Listen, when you ran into Niogi," he started, looking from werewolf to werewolf. "Did you see what happened to those two knights? We had to leave them behind."

"Not really," Tae-Woo hummed, hands on his hips. "When we got there, we interrupted Niogi from tearing those two guys in half. Then they just went after us."

"Yeah, but they were in pretty bad shape when we got there," Han-Dae chipped in. "No idea if they would survive those wounds."

"And if they did, Niogi and his wolves may have gone back to finish them off," Tae-Woo said, without much sympathy. They were only humans after all.

Hak frowned at the news.

"Uhh...is that a problem?" Han-Dae asked. It was only two knights.

"I guess, I better tell you guys the rest of the story," Hak sighed. At least he could practice on these guys, before telling it to Gi-gan.


The first thing Yona acknowledged when she woke up was the piercing pain coming from her left ankle. Her hands blindly found their way to press against the burning feeling over her dress, a cry erupting from her cracked lips. Forcing her eyes to open, the princess's vision was blurred and she had to blink a few times to actually see her surroundings.

When her vision finally returned, she instantly regretted wanting to open her eyes in the first place. It was dark. What time of day it was, was beyond her though, as the trees and clouds above her prevented her from seeing whether the sun had set yet.

Cold drops of rain dripped onto the princess's cheeks as she looked up at the intimidating view above her. Where was she? What was she doing here so far away from the palace? This didn't look like the palace garden.

Shifting her weight higher against the tree she was leaning on, brought the princess's attention back to the very thing that she had woken her up in the first place. Slowly, she pushed her left leg up towards her body and lifted up her dress. It hurt just to move it.

When her ankle came into view, Yona let out a strangled gasp at the sight of dry blood and the raw slashes of shredded skin. A shaky hand traced the first and biggest wound, drawing out more pained gasps and moans from the young girl's lips.

All at once, the memories of the last few days flooded back into her mind. They had been traveling to the Water tribe. They had been on their way not so long ago, when her carriage had been ambushed by bandits.

"No..n-not bandits.." Yona whispered, her voice quivering from shock, pain and fear all at once. "Werewolves." That's right, she remembered perfectly now. Those two bandits on the road, they had been werewolves! Memories of the carriage forcing it's way down the mountain path, that last werewolf that had clawed its way onto the side of the carriage flashed through her brain.

Her free hand clamped onto her mouth to try and muffle the panicking sobs escaping her throat, while the other remained on her wounded ankle, griping it in a vain attempt to stop the pain. Yona screamed in her mind at the feel of broken skin and blood pressed against her palm.

'This isn't happening! This isn't happening!' Yona desperately chanted in her head, her tears falling shamelessly down her face. Someone would come for her, she had to believe that. Her darling Soo-Won would find her. She wished she could be with him right now. Did he know what had happened to her? She wasn't even sure how long she had been out here.

Even if the palace hadn't been informed yet, her father had seen it first hand. He was probably searching high and low for her right now.

The thought of her father forced the young princess to a pause, her eyes widening in realization. Was her father alright? Had Kija gotten him to safety. Another pang of shame rocked though the crimson haired girl. She hadn't even thought about Kija or Min-soo. What happened to them? Where they hurt?

Yona let her hand fall from her mouth and gripped the material of her clothes, but felt something different from the of feeling the soft, smooth material of her dress. Looking down, Yona noticed for the first time, that she was covered in a long, blue robe. She recognized the piece of clothing as one of the robes used for the castle's knight.

Holding the long piece of clothing higher, Yona quickly remembered who it belonged to.

"H-Hak," Yona stuttered, her eyes watering again in sheer hope and relief. Hak had made it! He had somehow saved her, she was going to be alright! The young princess brought the robe closer to her shivering form and hugged it tightly, as if it had been the very thing that had saved from death.

With a new found hope, Yona looked around her, hoping to see any sign that the newbie knight was there. All she found was the remains of a dead fire, having been burned out by the slow, but steady fall of the forest drizzle.

He wasn't here. The princess's breathing speed up at the creeping thought that he had also been killed by the werewolves. For a while, Yona stayed still, only trying to ease her breathing back to normal. She had to remain calm. Calm.

Hak had to be alive. It wouldn't make sense that the enemy would kill him and spare her.

Slowly and shaking, the princess struggled to pull herself off the ground. Using the tree behind her as support, Yona rose to a wobbly stand. A pained gasp left her lips, when her shredded ankle accidently made contact with the trunk of the tree. Truthfully, the princess just wanted to wait where the knight had left her, but her newly formed hope screamed at her to find him. She had to find him, if only to prove to herself that she wasn't alone. To prove that he really was still alive too. Once she did, Hak would look after her and get her back to her father. Back to her home. Back to Soo-Won.

Pushing herself off of the trunk, Yona slowly started making her way thought the forest. She wasn't sure where she was going or even if she was headed in the right direction, but she had to find him.

The forest was weirdly quiet, only the sound of the raindrops and Yona's shaky steps could be heard. Each tree she passed, Yona would lean against it with one hand, to force her to keep going, while the other kept the blue robe around her body. She was so cold and her ankle was keeping her from moving too fast. She could walk on it, but it still stung with a type of pain she'd never before experienced, causing more tears to fall from her eyes and join the pour of raindrops above her.

It was still so dark. Yona blindly made her way though the never ending path of trees. The fear of getting lost forever quickly creeping its way into her head, the further she walked.

A gust of wind, halted the girl's steps, the sound vibrating through the woods. Breathing heavily, Yona turned to look behind her. The path looked so much more different now, she wasn't sure how to get back to where Hak had left her. Everything looked the same.

Why hadn't she just stayed in her resting spot? What if Hak had already returned and found her missing? Would he be able to find her now?

With the feeling of helplessness consuming her, Yona hugged herself in an attempt to stay calm, as she leaned her body against the rough bark of a tree. Her chest kept huffing in quiet sobs, her eyes stung with all her crying. The reality of the situation dropped on her. She was going to die here.

Biting her lower lip to try and stop the rising cries in her throat, Yona was about to cuddle into herself on the ground, when she heard the sound of footsteps against the now muddy ground.

Her body froze in fear at the thought of it being a werewolf. Forcing herself to stay quiet and not scream for help, Yona pressed herself against the tree, hoping it would keep her presence hidden. The footsteps were getting closer and she realized that they belonged to more then just one person. Yona allowed more silent tears to fall, squeezing her eyes shut as she mentally said farewell to her most beloved people.

The steps suddenly stopped and a voice, Yona didn't recognize, sounded not so far away from her hiding spot.

"How much further?" A male voice asked. Yona didn't recognize it, but then again she didn't really know most voices of anyone in the capital either.

Some more steps, a few twigs could be heard snapping most likely because of it. "Just a bit more." Yona's eyes shot open at the sound of Hak's voice, only a few meters away. "I made sure to keep her in a hidden area. I'm pretty sure nobody will find her."

'He's talking about me,' Yona thought, her shoulders slumping in shear relief. Hak was here, she was going to be okay. With shaky hands, the princess pushed them against the tree trunk to force herself up, but tensed still when another voice sighed.

"Man, somebody's gonna have to carry me back home."

"Han-Dae, just moments ago you had all the energy in the world!" Tae-Woo snarled as he brushed a clawed hand through his own short hair.

"Yeah, but a guy can only have so much stamina," the blonde groaned, while he took this chance to lean against a tree. "Besides, who wouldn't need a break after what we've been through today."

"Only to find out that it wasn't the sharper end of the stick," Tae-Woo muttered, his eyes landing back onto his older mentor, earning a moment of silence. "I still can't believe the plan didn't work."

Yona's eyebrows furrowed at the remark. 'Plan?' What were they talking about?

"..What's done is done." Came Hak's gruff voice, forcing both werewolves to grimace. "I'll take full responsibility when we get back."

"But it wasn't your-"

"Tae-Woo," Hak said, stopping the boy's attempt at shaking his blame. "It's fine. You should save your words for when we get back to the pack. Pretty sure Gi-gan will want to know why the two of you are will me."

Yona's heart skipped a beat at Hak's words. 'Pack?' Holding her breath, Yona quietly moved her body to peek behind her tree. What she saw however, were not normal humans. The two boys, whose bodies were faced towards her, but their eyes not, had ragged clothes, no shoes and were practically covered head to toe in dirt and a darker colour that Yona could only hope was not blood. But those weren't they features that had the young princess frozen in fright.

Both boys had clawed hands and feet. The claws that acted as their fingernails also had the remains of that horrid dark colour. She couldn't get a good look at their faces though, as her vision was blocked off by the taller man's form. They were werewolves. Why was Hak talking with werewolves? Why was he going to their pack? Yona's heart raced in fear at all the questions, her manicured nails digging into the bark in an attempt to ground herself as another question popped up. 'Why is Hak leading them to me?'

"You know we stilled haven't found that Elder Wook.." Han-Dae whispered, almost nervous to here Tae-Woo's agrevated sigh.

Hak shook his head at that, turning to face the direction of where he thought the princess still lay.

It was only for a second, but Yona was able to get a glimpse of his face and front, but it wasn't like how she remembered it. Like the others, the newbie knight also had sharp claws. All the blood left the princess's face at the sigh and for a moment, she didn't know what to do. Hak...Hak was one of them.

Before a cry could escape her, Yona clamped her hand over her mouth, keeping her quiet, as her eyes got blurry again. Logic and reason kept flooding her brain, trying to convince her that what she saw wasn't true. How could it be? Hak had been in the capital. He had been checked by the nurses, surely they would have noticed something odd about him. Her shoulders shook with the force of wanting to sob out loud. She had been alone with him! He had been in their castle, eaten their food, slept in their beds!

Yona could vaguely hear the three wolves talking from behind her, but her swimming thoughts drowned them out. She had to get out of here! Yona's body stilled at that thought. She did. She had to get out of here, before they found her. Before they killed her. It didn't matter that just a few days ago, he had seemed like a normal knight. She saw what she saw. With a push of determination, Yona flung herself away from the tree and ran, ignoring the pain from her ankle and the yell of alert she guessed came from one of the younger werewolves, the adrenaline and fear overpowered all of it.

If she wanted to live, she needed to run.

Han-Dae let out a yell of surprise at the sudden swing of crimson that ran from them, not knowing exactly what it had been, but hey - you don't see that kind of colour in the woods everyday.

Hak sharply looked back at where he thought his friend was looking, but saw nothing. Sniffing the air, Hak smelt nothing too.

"Han-Dae, what is it?" Tae-Woo demanded, having been startled by his friends outburst.

"I don't know," Han-Dae frowned, having lost sight of the colour, just as soon as he saw it. "Maybe I'm just tired, but I swore I saw red."

Hak stiffened, turning to look at the blonde over his shoulder. "Red? As in hair?"

"Uhh.." the werewolf murmured. "Maybe, I only saw it for a sec-"

But Hak didn't wait to hear the rest, instead running off after the princess.

"-ond.." Han-Dae lamely finished as he watched his mentor run away from them. Looking helplessly at Tae-Woo for an explanation, he asked, "What did I say?"

Folding his arms in what he tried to play off as shear patience, the brunette slowly asked. "Hmm...let's see. Who do you think has reddish hair and is in the forest right now?"

An painfully, unfortunate minute passed before the blonde's lips formed an 'O' shape in realization, causing an exhausted groan to pull from his friend. With a role of his eyes, Tae-Woo began to run after Hak, Han-Dae bashfully behind him.


Hello everyone!

Here's another chapter, number 8 :D

So...Yona has finally found out who, or rather what Hak actually is. Really bad timing on his part.

Please let me know what you guys think! The comments really help me with the story + it's always nice to hear from all of you.

Hope this chapter makes up for the long wait, but sometimes we can't help it, blah, blah. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be out, but I really don't want to be so long again, but we'll see.

Thanks to everyone who takes the time to read my story, enjoy!