The next morning, when I woke up and turned to my side, he wasn't there. My heart jumped. I panicked and began yelling his name.
"Syaoran!" I cried.
Suddenly, I heard his voice from outside. "What happened? Why are you yelling my name so early?"
I rushed out of the house, still flustered. "Can't you just answer properly, Syaoran?"
He paused what he was doing and came over to me. "What's wrong, Fang? Why are you panicking like this?"
I didn't know what to say. "I… I'm just hungry, that's all."
Syaoran laughed. "I've already made breakfast. Come on, let's eat."
As I followed him, I noticed how normal he seemed—completely unaware of what had happened last night. We sat down to eat, and while chewing, I kept glancing at his head. For a second, it looked like a wolf's ear had popped up.
He caught me staring. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
I quickly shook my head. "Nothing! I'm going to school." I turned around with a small smirk.
Syaoran watched me leave, puzzled.
After school, I stopped by the library and looked up information on wolves. The page on werewolves caught my eye. "Werewolves are drawn to blood—it increases their energy." I glanced at my finger and muttered, "No way… I'm not giving up my precious blood."
Lost in my thoughts about the blood, the stone, and the strange night, I headed to the butcher's…
When I got home, he was, once again, watching the sunset.
I cooked everything quickly and called him to eat. But he just nodded quietly and continued staring at the sky.
Curious, I took a hand fan and gently waved the scent of grilled meat toward him. He didn't notice at first, but after a few seconds, he sniffed the air and stood up, slowly drawn to the smell. He sat at the table.
When he opened his eyes and saw the dishes—nothing but meat—his expression shifted.
"How did you get money to buy this much meat?" he asked suspiciously.
I froze. "Umm… I got my scholarship money, so I bought all this."
He raised a brow but didn't question me further. Soon, he was too busy enjoying the meal. Watching him eat so happily, I couldn't help but smile.
After dinner, we went to bed. I drifted into deep sleep, but Syaoran tossed and turned, his mind replaying everything that had happened in the park.
Unable to sleep, he stepped outside and sat under the old tree. He looked up at the moon and whispered, "When can I return to my world? My parents must be worried. How do I leave this place?"
Suddenly, the world around him stilled. A breeze stirred, and moonlight bathed him in its glow. He squinted, unable to open his eyes, and then… he heard it.
That same voice.
"She is your savior. Your whole clan is indebted to her."
A deep, eerie laugh followed.
"Who are you?!" he shouted. "Why is Fang my savior? How is my clan indebted to her? Tell me!"
The breeze vanished. The world returned to normal. But the questions remained.
Frustrated, Syaoran pointed at the moon. "You! Stop being vague. Give me answers!"
He sighed and reached for the violet stone embedded in his chest. It slid out easily, glowing brightly in his hand. Then, it floated into the air, pointing toward the moon.
Meanwhile, inside the house, Fang stirred in her sleep. Her body slowly rose from the bed, unconscious and glowing faintly. She floated outside, drawn by the moonlight.
Fang and the stone faced each other in mid-air.
Suddenly, the moonlight intensified, falling onto the stone. The energy surged. The stone shook—then, in a flash, it entered Fang's body.
Syaoran gasped. "What's happening?!"
Fang's body shimmered and transformed. Her posture shifted—her presence, divine.
She stretched out her arms, her voice deep and otherworldly. "I am not Fang. I am Lángshén."
Syaoran's eyes widened. "Lángshén? Why… why are you in Fang's body?"
"I am Lángshén—once worshiped as the God of Wolves." she said, her voice echoing. "Long ago, when I battled Lucian, his clan tricked me. I was slaughtered. He wanted my heart to become immortal. But before he could take it, I tore it from my chest and cast it upon the mountain."
Syaoran blinked. "Then… how does Fang have your heart?"
"It was a full moon," Lángshén explained. "The moon absorbed my heart's power. And Fang… she is the chosen one. She unknowingly accepted my heart. That's why she is our savior."
Syaoran stammered, "But… how could she give me so much energy—even though I'm the king?"
Lángshén chuckled softly. "You'll understand… once you return to your world."
The stone emerged once again from her body and floated into Syaoran's hand. Without hesitation, he reinserted it into his chest.
Suddenly, Fang collapsed, unconscious, falling through the air.
"Syaoran!" he heard her voice faintly.
Without thinking, he flew up and caught her mid-air.
He brought her inside and gently laid her on the bed, covering her with a blanket. Kneeling beside her, he brushed a strand of hair from her face and whispered to himself:
"Who… is she?"