Chapter 11. Ignite the Past

Luna Asterbelle's POV

I saw how fast Jerome’s naturally black eyes were turned into those crimson eyes of his, which were paired with his gray hair. If he’s starting to turn into this state, then he’s probably being consumed by his wolf. I still can’t say for sure if the moon goddess and Jerome really had a relationship with one another as mother and son, but I can surely assure you that there’s a connection between the two of them, even way back when I got to know of his identity.

I simply had no idea what it was as of the moment, but if it enrages him to the point that he’d want to torture me alive, then that just means that he hates Althea. "C-can you calm down for now, Jerome? We’re not on the premises of Grimstone; we don’t have a clue what can happen here," I quickly said to stop him from delivering another fatal blow that I’m not prepared for.

He’s probably ten centimeters taller than I am now. He used to be slimmer than me before he went missing. For all of