Eric's expression froze for a moment, "Rabbit head? ”

Serra asked curiously, "Don't you eat rabbits and don't eat heads?" ”

"Eat, of course, I can make you a spicy rabbit head." With a smirk, Germani stepped forward and took all the rabbits, along with the one in her arms.

Serra clapped her hands, and when she saw Eric staring at her a little weirdly, she couldn't help but ask again, "What's wrong?" Can't I eat that rabbit you gave me? ”

"No, I thought you'd want to get that rabbit." Eric said unnaturally, his dark brown eyes flickering, "Girls love this kind of furry thing. ”

She wasn't very happy to put other people's interests on her head.

Serra was stunned for two seconds and smiled.

"I don't like cute creatures, especially, rabbits." She reached out and grasped one of his tail fingers, half-tilted her head, and said in a soft voice, "Of course, if you put it on the table and bring it to me, I would be happy to share it with you, good friend." ”

She was always beautiful when she smiled, and her brilliant brown eyes kept Eric from looking away for a moment.

There were no electric lights in the forest, all the lighting tools were gas lamps or candles, and under the honey-colored warm light, the girl's slightly upturned lips were full and moist, and Eric somehow remembered a casual kiss in the forest, like a gummy touch, sweet and seductive.

"Eric? Are you listening? Sierra shook his hand.

Eric lowered his eyes, his eyelashes casting a faint shadow on his eyelids, covering the restless emotions under his eyes, "Got it, you like to eat rabbits." ”

"What about you, you don't like to eat rabbits?" Sierra continued to shake him.

He glanced at her and whispered, "Yes." ”

He is not like the elders who have completed their transformation as adults, who can't directly tear those fresh prey with their mouths, but he yearns for that feeling, yearning to be a real king of the jungle and hunt in his own territory.

After getting the answer he wanted, Serra let go of him and said with a smile, "There is a chance, you teach me to hunt?" ”

"Okay." Eric nodded in agreement.

Satisfied, Serra returned to the kitchen, where she had helped to scald the rabbits, and her actions once again shocked several women who were accustomed to farm work.

"You're such a poor lady, you can even do this." A sigh came from the kitchen.

Eric sat in the dining room listening to the conversation, looking in the direction of the kitchen.

Serra, who has been accustomed to seeing people since she was a child, knows why Eric would want to give her a rabbit.

He thought she and Annahi shared the same interests.

Animals love rabbits.

There's nothing wrong with pretending to like it, but the best way she can do in front of a wolf is to bring out his commonality.

Serra only stayed here for one day, and with her kind and unpretentious temper, she managed to capture the favor of all the women.

When Fanny returned from dinner, she saw her huddled between two companions, with two large rabbit heads wrapped in chili peppers in a ceramic bowl.

"Count Lizzie has received the news, and tomorrow your sister will come by car to pick you up from the mountain."

Serra nodded, her mouth flushed with spicy heat, and her eyes were still gnawing on rabbit meat with tears in her eyes.

Eric looked at her pitiful appearance, got up and poured her a glass of water, "Don't eat too much, your stomach will not be able to stand it." ”

"Oh." Serra nodded obediently, and the remaining half was gone.

Jem watched the interaction between the two and interjected, "It's only been a day since you guys had a situation?" Don't let Eric fool you, Serra, he doesn't know how many little girls in town have broken their hearts. ”

Serra lifted her face from the cup, sniffed and explained, "We're just friends." ”

"Oh, then you're Eric's second aristocratic friend." Jem was meaningful, "Still two sisters. ”

It's hard not to think about whether Eric wants to step on two boats, but Serra doesn't care, and the young Eric gets up and rushes towards Jem.

Jem runs away with a piece of meat in his mouth, but is soon overtaken by a sturdy Eric and the two are fighting in the open space outside the restaurant.

"Won't they have an accident?" Sierra was a little worried.

"Don't worry, it's going to be fine." Gail's attitude towards her had also improved significantly, presumably because he knew what she was helping out at the camp in the afternoon.

After dinner, several women went to wash the dishes.

Serra was sitting on a wooden bench in the open space outside, looking at the stars, and as soon as she saw Germani bring a fresh meal into the room alone, she heard a flutter in her ears.

She immediately turned her head and saw that it was Gail on one knee, one hand on his chest, his peaceful face turning hideous in the blink of an eye, and a grunting sound in his throat.

If it weren't for his own slow up, Serra would have thought he would be shapeshifting in front of him.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked.

"Bang!"

In the other huts, in the jungle, the werewolves who had just dispersed all ran back and gathered around Gael.

"They're back."

"The smell is close."

After a few people exchanged words, Eric walked over to Serra with a serious face and said, "Go to my room and rest early." ”

"But are you going out at night?" Serra stood up and wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

Eric didn't answer directly, but took her hand and led her all the way to the bedroom.

He pressed Serra to his bed and warned, "There are a lot of wolves in the jungle, don't run around, go to bed early." ”

Shortly after Eric left, Sierra heard a series of wolf howls echoing in the surrounding jungle.

It took her a moment to understand what was making them so nervous.

Roshill must have arrived in Cumbunia County with his servants.

Serra lay back on the bed and raised her hand, her flared sleeves sliding down her slender arm, her wrists empty.

I don't know if he'll come and give her back the bracelet.

Probably yes.

North Wally Harbour is brightly lit in the middle of the night.

A large number of salvaged corpses were neatly placed on the dock covered with white cloth, waiting to be transported.

As soon as one of the survivors rescued by the lifeboat, Duke Rosehill landed in port, he was surrounded by numerous reporters.

Ignoring their requests for photos and interviews, he grabbed a string of women's bracelets in his palm, twisted the green opal on it from time to time with his fingertips, and went straight into a classic car.

The car entered the block, and the werewolves who came down from the mountains stood upright on the rooftops of various houses under the moonlight, observing the uninvited guest.

Alding glanced out the window and said in disgust, "I can smell the stench on them from afar." ”

Roshill didn't have any expression, and his gaze glanced at the figure jumping on the roof under the moonlight, "Our new neighbor." ”

...

Gail frowned and said, "It's Roshill, his clan should live in the capital." ”