Chapter 42 The Ancient Wolves

Enril's attention was quickly diverted to Gil, who was smiling happily holding the hand of the Elder Archon, who had taken control of Aren's body. A flash of jealousy rose in his eyes, threatening to make him shine brightly. Gil, sensing Aren's discomfort, whispered in his ear in a soft and reassuring tone. "My boyfriend, don't shine, I only love you, I'm yours," she says, trying to calm his reaction when he noticed how all the young people were looking at her eagerly. Aren nodded, feeling guilty for his impulsive response.