I scowl at the sleeping human, my face a few inches away from theirs as i watch them sleep peacefully. I really don't understand why the Werewolf King of Moonrink chose me to be a Guardian, considering my hate for humans. . . well, I can't disobey the King . . . I glare at them, whispering, aiming to wake them, I won't be patient with a weak human . . . "Boo . . . "
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