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"What year is it, little lass?" He questioned no one in particular. But she knew he was asking her. Now, this is her cue to run.

"Don't," He warned, compelling her to halt. Did he just read her mind? "Being stalked by me isn't a shrewd choice." His voice was dry, yielding his utterances to appear scarier. "So answer me, little human, what year is it?"

"17-1751." She shuttered. Her limbs have gone numb, her hands cold.

"1751? That long? Fuck." He cursed, before muttering. "Those bastards did keep to their promise."

Heidi began trudging soundlessly to flee the graveyard. Witnessing a grave break apart, and a man emerging from inside was too much to take in. She had no wolf power to wreck with if he chose to attack her, she was powerless.

"Since you're the one here when I woke, you'll have to take responsibility." He sounded shameless, yet serious. "That's your payment for me not cutting your life short."

His body ached.

His head hurts.