JONEA
I felt the sharp tip of the fangs begin to dig into my skin. Somehow suddenly, Owen bounced. The invisible shackles that bound my body were released. As if I had just been freed from the entanglement of a very strong rope, now I can breathe freely and move my body as before.
I saw Owen trying to get up after hitting the wall. His face was blue-purple with embarrassment and pain.
What happened?
Owen was thinking the same thing.
He grinned as he straightened his back and patted his wrinkled shirt. Still haughty, he said curtly to me.
"You… not bad at all! Don't ever call me a vampire. Because I am a lycan!"
"O-of course, you are a lycan. Ha ha ha… Isn't your uncle also a Lycan? I'm so stupid. Why can I think of you as a vampire? That's impossible, right? Ha ha ha…"
Owen left me
