Boris abruptly opened his eyes, startling as he tilted his head to look at the tall, valiant young man beside him.
The werewolf had also retracted its sharp claws and let out a growl at the young man.
Yet what puzzled Boris was that the werewolf, usually so bloodthirsty and mad, showed an unmistakable trace of apprehension—even fear—when facing the youth.
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