Chapter 103 

Frankie stood in the yard in a daze. The full moon was like silver, shining like water. His black silk pajamas and brown hair were shining and moving in the night wind. His tall body was still strong, but his chest had been hollowed out.

Since when did he care so much about her? He didn't even know.

I'm tired.

His reason told him that he should let this matter go, but his feelings told him that he should get her back.

But so what if he found her? She was human, and he would always be a wolf! He could not give her a proper identity, let alone stay with her for a long time. After a hundred years, she would die, but he was still young. There were too many people in the Wolves who coveted her, and happiness was so small.

Although he could comfort himself with reason, his heart was still empty and painful. He raised his head to the sky and roared, but he still could not get rid of it.