50 Sailles

This was a cold, barren, and desolate gaze.

There was neither emotion nor recognition.

There was nothing left of the fiery, shine, and glow he had been attracted to. There was nothing of the girl he knew.

The person in front of him certainly had her appearance and soul, but she was no longer felt like the same girl.

He knew that if he dared to cross her, the anomaly in front of him would not hesitate to slaughter him in an instant.

'What is going on? Why does she feel so different? And what happened to the bond? Surely, with the mate-bond binding us together, she would not be able to bring herself to harm me, right? How could she be so drastically different?'

Luke's mind was in great turmoil as he confusedly looked at the girl before him.

He was not afraid of her hurting him as he had enough confidence in his strength to counter her every strike. However, it was the very idea that she could even attack him itself that unsettled him.