Chapter 67 Selenophile Thirty Eight-one

• Oscar could feel it, his blood began to boil. There was something in Era's words and manner that ignited his natural instincts. So, he remained alert, preparing himself for any possibilities that might unfold.
• Trying to calm himself amidst the onslaught of intuition that instantly awakened his wolfish soul, Oscar took a deep breath, trying to contain the sudden rush in his chest. He persisted and decided to halt his steps, unwilling to risk approaching Era any closer for fear that a misinterpretation of his instincts might cloud his judgment.
• "Actually," Oscar said, furrowing his brow for a moment. He could not believe how his voice was shaking. Then he cleared his throat. "What do you want to say, Era?"