The Dire Wolf, Chai

－Chai's POV—Mistaken for a Dog－

The place I fled to was the Fenrir king's dwelling.

I prepared myself for death, but the Fenrir king merely confirmed my presence and allowed me to stay.

How much time had passed since then?

I could only keep rallying myself against the magic eye's power as it tried to take me over.

How many more days could I remain conscious?

I couldn't even stand.

I no longer even knew whether my will was truly my own.

Perhaps it was time to choose my own end.

I couldn't burden the Fenrir who had given me a place to stay...