Yana was so happy that her tail wagged vigorously. As a result, she suddenly lost her balance and fell from the tree.
The giant tree was very tall, about twenty or thirty meters above the ground. I was so scared that I didn’t know what to do.
“Help! Sylvia! You’ll die if I hit the ground at this rate!”
“Calm down, Yana!” I tried to shout.
But she couldn’t hear me. She was too consumed with fear that she even forgot how to defend herself.
Just as we were about to hit the ground, a strong force suddenly caught us.
It was the giant wolf. It had bit down on the back of Yana’s neck just in time, as though it was holding up a baby wolf.
When it saw that Yana was safe, it put her down on a wide grassland.
Then, both Leonard and I turned into our human forms.
I rubbed the back of my neck subconsciously, adrenaline pumping through my veins. It didn’t hurt when I was held in the mouth, but I couldn’t move then. For some reason, I felt very safe then.
Obviously, Yana felt the same way. “I want to be held like that again…”
“So this is what it feels like to held by an elder…” Both Yana and I sighed.
Leonard looked at me with a straight face, although there was a twinkle in his eye.
“Do you know where you went wrong?”
I nodded initially but then later shook my head. “Probably, but I can’t tell.”
Leonard chuckled. “Werewolves are a blessing from God. We have both human intelligence and the strong physical strength of beasts. But humans are arrogant creatures. They’re so used to taking control of things, and werewolves are no exception.”
I scratched my chin, beginning to understand a little. “Are you saying I should get rid of my own consciousness?”
“Sort of.” Leonard nodded slightly. “A werewolf doesn’t have a wolf until the age of eighteen. So most werewolves view their relationship with their wolves as a co-dependency. So even when they turn into the form of a wolf, they are used to using human thoughts to guide their action.”
Sylvia’s POV
I lapsed into silence as I mulled over Leonard’s words.
But before I could overthink, Leonard introduced his wolf to me. “His name is York. You might’ve noticed that he’s a cold, arrogant wolf. It refuses to listen to me whenever he’s in the lead, but he’s very reliable.”
I couldn’t help but giggle, remembering the expression on the giant wolf’s face just now. He was exactly like how Leonard described him. And I did feel that he was more reliable than Leonard.
“He is very strong,” I praised sincerely.
Other than Rufus’, it was the strongest wolf I had ever seen. I wondered just how strong he was at his prime.
“And what about your wolf? What’s her name?” Leonard asked gently.
I smiled. “Her name’s Yana. She’s a crybaby.”
But she was also a singer- albeit a bad one.
Leonard also smiled. “Yes, I saw. But I also saw that she has a strong will. She’s just as stubborn as you.”
“Is that a compliment?” Yana exclaimed in pleasant surprise. “It sure sounds like it!”
Then Leonard continued, “York liked her very much, which is saying something. He rarely ever praises anyone the first time they meet.”
Hearing this, I was stunned. I didn’t expect that the aloof giant wolf would be fond of Yana.
Yana was very happy to hear that and grew confident. “Who said I was a crybaby? I can defeat a kid with just one punch!”
Yana’s good mood was infectious. I couldn’t help but smile.
Leonard looked at me and his expression softened. In a sincere tone, he said, “Sylvia, you have to learn to trust and rely on your own wolf. The lycan bloodline is a special kind of power of werewolves. To put it bluntly, it’s Yana’s power. Only when Yana is strong can you fully grasp the lycan power.”
I thought about how Yana blended seamlessly with nature just now, running like the wind, as free as the child of jungle.
In that moment, it clicked. The seed that was planted in my heart finally sprouted.
Yana continued to gloat. “Leonard’s right. He’s a man with good taste. Allow me to sing a song to thank him and York!”
I felt helpless, but I didn’t want to rain on her parade either. As she hummed a happy tune, I pictured the scene where a big wolf and a small wolf howled at each other.
“Can I try again? I want to tap into that lycan power,” I begged Leonard with pleading eyes.
“Why not?” Leonard nodded.
Without hesitation, I turned into a wolf and ran through the forest again. This time, my human self-took the backseat and gave Yana full control of our body.
Gradually, I became more and more skilled in controlling the power of my body.
After practicing a bit, I ran back to Leonard. He looked at me and nodded with approval, but there was obviously something stirring deep in his eyes.
Noticing that Leonard wanted to say something, I turned back into human form again.
Leonard approached me and handed me a handkerchief. “You’re leaving for the border tomorrow, whereas I’m going back to my pack. The truth is, Sylvia, I don’t have much left to teach you. The rest will depend on you.”
After saying that, he fell silent. Then he looked at me with eyes full of wisdom and said, “This path is not an easy one. Never forget who you are and what you stand for.”
Holding the handkerchief in my hand, I had mixed feelings. The reluctance to leave him emerged again.
“You can contact me if you need anything. Although I have only taught you a few days, you know what that ancient Chinese philosopher say? Teacher for one day, father forever.” On second thought, Leonard waved his hand dismissively. “Never mind. I don’t have the balls to be your father. But the sentiment remains the same: if you need anything, just call me.”
I nodded, tears welling up in my eyes. “Please stop talking, or else I’ll cry.”
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