The Wolf is Coming Ch. 30
Jonathan's body was tense, and sweat gradually came out of his palms. Extreme tension and fear made him subconsciously clench his wand.
But at this time, his little son pulled the hem of his clothes from behind him, and his clear voice was full of curiosity, "Dad, who are they?"
The boy's voice was not loud, but it successfully attracted everyone's attention. His mother almost immediately wanted to cover her son's mouth, but it was too late.
"Oh? Is this kid your son?" Bellatrix walked slowly a few steps closer, her curly long hair covering a small part of her face, which made her look a little gloomy.
The boy seemed a little afraid of her like this, stepped back a few steps, and almost shrank into his mother's arms.
"Oh, what a cute little guy... as innocent as your father." Bellatrix's tone could not hear any emotion, she turned her head to look at one of the figures still standing by the sofa, "Right? Maisel."
Then the petite figure who had been hiding under the black robe from beginning to end also came over.
The room was dim, and the candlelight flickered. Not known if it was because his eyes were a little blurry, but Jonathan actually felt that the eyes of the visitor were glowing green.
"Well, it's cute." A clear voice unique to a girl came from under the black robe. She looked up at Bellatrix, who was a head taller than her, with a strand of golden hair hanging down from her hood. "What do you need me to do?"
This was Daisy Maisel.
"Oh, it's not a big deal. I just want you to play with this little guy for a while," Bellatrix reached out and patted the boy's head, pulling him out of his mother's arms, "There are some things I have to talk to his parents about... "
"Bellatrix, you can't..." Jonathan said nervously.
"Oh, don't worry, although she is a werewolf, Maisel still likes to play with children." Bellatrix interrupted him, saying the word "werewolf" slowly and clearly.
Jonathan's face suddenly turned pale.
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The spacious living room was brightly lit at this moment.
Watching the group of people disappear at the end of the stairs, Daisy, who was left in the living room, looked down at the little boy who was only a little taller than her waist.
"What's your name?" she asked softly.
The little boy looked up at her timidly, not daring to speak, and then his eyes kept secretly glancing upstairs.
"Don't worry, your parents will be fine." Daisy half squatted down, her eyes level with the little boy, "Of course, they won't let you get hurt either."
Daisy smiled at the little boy, trying to make herself look gentler. She reached out to rub the fluffy little head, but keenly noticed that the boy's whole body began to tremble slightly. So the hand hanging above the boy's head paused, and then silently retracted it.
He was afraid of her. From the moment he knew she was a werewolf, this fear could no longer be contained.
Daisy stood up slowly, and the moment she turned around, the smile on her face that had always been on her face when facing the boy finally fell apart.
She was a guard, a huge threat that could turn him into a werewolf at any time, and he was just a proton. Even if she gave all her kindness, he didn't have to accept it all. She had always known these truths, didn't she?
Daisy walked two meters away from the boy, keeping a safe distance from him. This way, maybe he would feel better.
The living room was silent, and the crystal chandelier hanging high above reflected thousands of images of Daisy, without the liveliness and smile of the past.
She missed Wilvo.
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