C737 Disturbance in Extreme Night(1)

The night was bleak without end.

The cold wind of early spring carried waves of malicious intent as it swirled up a few dead branches and leaves, sweeping past Werewolf Youth's feet.

Judging by the hazy moonlight and the smell of the night, it should be around ten in the evening.

Originally, at this kind of time, Bedivere should have been lying on the bed