"Wise..." His whisper suddenly broke the morning silence. Lycaon rarely called you by your first name out of respect... But it seems that this is the very moment when he cannot control his restraint and polite facade Your clothes were neatly hanging on the chair. It seems that even in the rush of passion last night, he took care of this little thing. As soon as you tried to stand up, the wolf hand immediately pulled you back to his chest. The sun has barely risen above the horizon, throwing a weak ray of light into the room, unfortunately right into your eye