Lucaon sat in front of his desk, the papers containing different issues about the island towering over him. It didn't help that Bella was still nowhere to be found. He genuinely didn't expect that she would do so well without him.
It has been a week since Bella left, Lyca was found near the Raksha tribe, but she never helped Lucaon, who was supposed to be her new master, to find Bella.
Lucaon gripped his hair and with gritted teeth, he took a heavy breath. His eyes caught sight of his jet black hair which fell on each side of his face.
Suddenly, he remembered something that Bella had mentioned in passing from the past.
"She said that she likes my hair."
He whispered before sighing and tying his hair back and left the room. There was a thing that he had grown accustomed to doing a few
