On Sunday, Benjamin, the werewolf who woke up, wrinkled his nose and sat up from his bed. From the basement of the Grande House came an uncomfortable scent of the vampire after gluttony. In order to restore the seriously injured Ian, Zach kept feeding, and then as if the 'blood exchange' scene three days ago was repeated, only the two sides changed positions.

Mammalian blood could not support the damage caused by the healing flames to vampires, and Ian was like a broken soul without a soul after Anthony was gone, and the newly grown muscles and skin were dried up and necrotic after a few moments.

He needed a higher 'food' - human blood. Grande's reserves, there are no such 'ingredients', but Zach has better, his own blood.

The flames that burned Ian came from himself, and he was hurt much worse than the one Zach had been attacked by hunters a month earlier. So this process has continued from Thursday afternoon to the present day - the first day of Alpha's transformation cycle.

Benjamin rose from the bed, his strong chest heaving, and he breathed deeply to calm the restlessness in his heart. He looked at the mirror beside the bed, his eyes surrounded by black-brown fluff and looked at him through the mirror.

'Do you feel it? It's there. Benjamin, feel it ......'

Benjamin looked away, grabbed the shirt that had been thrown by the side of the bed and threw it into the mirror, covering the object in the mirror. He didn't want to listen to his other consciousness, and for three days a month, it would clamor itself to crush that 'Toledo's throat, and Benjamin didn't think it would be any different.

By the time they left the warehouse, the Tempests had already gotten up and glanced at the werewolves standing outside the Grande House, hesitating to enter. Sbella thought for a moment, then handed Benjamin a wooden jar.

"What is this?" Benjamin remembered that this was the wooden jar he had used two days ago, and when he saw the wooden jar used by Sbella, he opened it slightly, and the tangy fragrance almost made the werewolf faint when his senses began to explode.

Silbella didn't answer, but asked, "How do you feel?"

Benjamin had already tightened the can, wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and it took a moment for him to show a hint of surprise. The irritability in my heart has disappeared, and all my senses seem to have been elevated again, but all of them have been plated with a 'colorful' feeling, and even the trace of an unpleasant smell that overflows from the basement has become soft, not to mention intimate, but at least it will not make the werewolf want to rush up and bite ......

"It was great. Benjamin held the jar and looked at it carefully, his mind was unusually clear now, and he somehow had the idea that he didn't want to return this thing to Sbella.

"Here you go. Sibella said lightly, "It's the reward for living here for the past few days." ”

"Thank you. Benjamin raised an eyebrow and stepped into the House of Grande. Maybe Zach won't have to go on a diet in the future.

After breakfast, Lola came as promised, along with Cuisha, who had only met once. This real protagonist has a haggard face, strands of hair scattered on his forehead, and he can't say anything useful other than saying "thank you".

Because Zach was occupied by something else, Benjamin took over Grande's business. So when Lola asked Grande to hold the funeral of Trisha's husband in a pleading tone, Benjamin agreed without hesitation. That's where we are today.

It was a public good, the elder Hank contributed the coffin, Alice contributed the time to sort out the body, and Benjamin accepted a plastic bottle full of change and gave a cemetery.

It's a small to minimal funeral. There are no fancy hearse processions, no church ceremonies. Only Benjamin, in Grande's hearse, delivered the coffin to the cemetery. Improvised farmers stand at the back of the crowd, waiting for the farewell ceremony to end so that the coffin can be buried.

Benjamin leaned against the car, far away from the cemetery, but he could still hear the priest in front of the cemetery, quoting the words 'righteous' in the holy scriptures, as if the person buried was a saint.

In a sense, it was unexpectedly compliant. But the person he believed in was not the Father or the Son, and the things for which he sacrificed were not righteousness.

"Good morning, James. Benjamin, tilting his head sideways, said to the detective, who was still a little bloated on his shoulders.

James frowned, staring gloomily at the crowd in the distance, "What will happen to him in the future?"

Benjamin didn't answer, and as Zach said, the House of Grande didn't care about the man.

Receiving no answer, James closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing. This funeral will appear, which means that someone has done it before the detective can act in the way of human society.

Wells doesn't remember anything, he doesn't even remember resigning himself. James changed the subject, mentioning the former civil servant who was taken away by him on Wednesday night, "His life was ruined." ”

"Are you accusing us?" asked Benjamin, glancing at James. The tone actually carried a hint of Zack's feeling, and after Benjamin finished speaking, he also felt strange.

"Nope. James didn't notice Benjamin's strangeness, he seemed to be immersed in his own world, and gave a direct answer, "I let you meddle in this matter, and led this qiē." James bowed his head, "I'm blaming myself." ”

Zach told him that Wells had planted a pawn to help him.

Benjamin threw away the strangeness in his heart. Werewolf is the one of the Grande brothers who is 'overflowing with compassion', and he pats James on the shoulder, not denying it, not affirming it.

James stood silent for a moment, then took a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Benjamin.

"What is this?" Benjamin frowned, opening the paper, a list.

Instead of answering, James said something seemingly irrelevant: "From now on, you do your own thing." I do my own work. The detective's eyes didn't know where to look, and inexplicably carried a hint of emotion, "I hope our work will not intersect again." ”

Benjamin's furrowed brow lifted as he looked at James. Benjamin wanted to ask something, but James had no intention of continuing the conversation and turned to leave.

Benjamin looked at the list again, and he was a little impressed by several of the names. It seems to be the name of a new person to Barton City that James has investigated since he was reinstated. For some reason, it was after Grande took in Madison that the detective never shared the list again.

Benjamin glanced at James's back, the wound on his shoulder was not healed, and the werewolf could even smell the blood and medicine hidden under his clothes, which made the general's son pose a little awkward. Benjamin folded the list and tucked it into his pocket.

Werewolves were just temporary vampire jobs, and he wasn't interested in educating James.