My beloved can transform

Jack rushed out of Caesar Hall and quickly pinpointed Elsa's location. This was one of the advantages of being a werewolf-he possessed an innate instinct for tracking his quarry. Only after leaving the hall did he realize night had fallen. It was late. What was Elsa doing heading alone to the secluded back mountain at such an hour? After that incident years ago where she was nearly harmed by some ruffians, she had been terrified of walking alone. What motive could drive her to forget her fear now? After a swift chase, he finally caught up to her. Reaching out, he stopped her. "Elsa, where are you going?" She glared at him coldly, then broke free from his grasp and continued walking without a word. After knowing her for so many years, this was the first time he had seen her this angry. "Are you angry with me?" His voice was bitter. "Because of that sword I thrust into Jace?" But Elsa, Jack's heart felt heavy, 'Do you know who I really did that for?' Elsa remained silent, still walking forward angrily. "Don't go, Elsa. The back mountain is dangerous at this time." He tried to stop her again, but his outstretched hand was took off once more. "Do you like Jace that much?" His strained voice came from behind her. "So much that you'd risk yourself? Are you still hoping," he said slowly, his voice low, "for a heroic rescue from Jace?" She stopped but didn't turn around. "Who I like is none of your business. My safety is not your concern. Stay out of my affairs!" "Why are you saying this? Do you hate me that much?" Under the crescent moon, with the mountain breeze gently blowing, Jack's heart ached. Was his beloved girl not even allowing him the silent guardianship he had clung to? "Yes! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you to death!" Her back to him, her slender shoulders trembled slightly. "I hate your indulgence towards me, hate how you let me have my way capriciously, hate your silent protection! And what I hate most is you going off to fight a duel to the death without even asking me!" Elsa turned around. Only then, in the soft moonlight, did Jack see her tear-streaked face. He was speechless for a long moment, just staring dumbly as she clenched her fists in accusation. "Jack Folger, if you understand what it's like to worry about someone you care for getting hurt, then before you fought that duel, did you ever think about how I would feel?" She sobbed, her breath catching. "Did you want me to accept news of your death? Or accept you living a life ofdecadency , burdened by guilt for killing your best friend? You're so selfish, Jack! Truly selfish! After indulging me until I became completely dependent on you, you irresponsibly committed a reckless act that could jeopardize our happiness for a lifetime!" A gentle, large hand wiped away her tears. "Don't cry, Elsa. I know I was wrong. But," he looked at the weeping girl before him, his voice full of uncertainty, "you know my Chinese is limited. I'm not sure I understood you just now. You said I should understand the feeling of worrying about someone I like getting hurt? Does that mean..." his voice was reverent, yet he couldn't help blushing, "...that you were worried about me? And that you, um, like me? Also, you said something about 'our happiness for a lifetime'." Elsa sniffled, stopping her tears. She glared at the flustered him, then turned to leave. "It's best you didn't understand! Just pretend I never said anything!" "That won't do, Elsa!" Jack grew anxious. He spread his arms, blocking her path. "Words once spoken count; they can't be taken back. So..." He scratched his head. A man usually as confident and fierce as a wild wolf was now at a loss utterly for what to do or how to do it. He asked hesitantly, "Do you... like me?" Only an idiot would ask such a question! She gave him another exasperated look. The man's face was full of longing yet also fear and doubt. In the end, it was the heart-palpitating feeling she had when he thrust that sword that made her unable to bear tormenting him further. Closing her eyes, Elsa pressed her palms together against her chest in an inverted triangle and silently recited the incantation Jack had taught her: "MACHO MUCHE GUSTA". Then she opened her eyes and looked at him. "You know, Jack, that spell you taught me is very effective. It helped me summon Simba, and just now, during your duel, it protected your safety." "You made a wish during the duel?" Jack's eyes showed touched. "For me?" She nodded gently, her gaze unwavering. "Then now," he pressed softly, "what did you wish for?" She looked at him, her eyes filled with deep affection. "I want you to give me a kiss!" Her voice was soft, enticing. "A kiss that can only exist between a man and a woman." Jack stood frozen, instinctively reaching to touch his heart, which seemed to have forgotten how to beat. This statement hit him with more impact than the sword he had thrust into Jace's chest. He was dumbstruck, completely unsure how to react. "My guardian spirit," Elsa stretched out her fair, slender arms and wrapped them around the neck of the stunned him, her eyes holding a soft invitation, "don't you want to grant my wish?" A low, wolf-like growl escaped his lips. Then he abruptly reached out, pulling the girl he had yearned for for ten years but never dared touch tightly into his embrace, lowering his head to seek her sweetness. The kiss was long and deep, sweet, exactly as Elsa wished-wholly belonging between a man and a woman. Jack kissed her for a long, long time. After all, he had ten years of wasted time to make up for. So long that even the moon grew shy and hid behind the clouds, not daring to peek further. Yet the deep kiss showed no signs of ending. --- "So I can't have soup later?" Savannah sat in her chair, her question cautious and slightly worried. "Better not," Jack advised earnestly. "Because we can't be sure what my scatterbrained mother might have put in the soup." "But before, I never had to worry about what Vivian added." She couldn't help complaining. "Even if I accidentally turned into an owl, I could at least get some rest!" "That was on normal days. Today is different." "I know it's different, dear grandson," she said, "you've said it hundreds of times. Your girlfriend is coming today, right?" "Since you know, just cooperate a bit more, old woman!" This was from Donald, who was puffing on his pipe. "Just do whatever Jack asks you to. It's Jack's first time bringing a girl home. Can't you see what that means?" "What does it mean? What does it mean?!" Savannah suddenly threw herself onto the table and burst into tears. "It means the good days are ending! It means I can't transform recklessly anymore! It means I have to adjust to being human for the sake of some little girl's sensibilities! It means I don't even have the right to drink soup anymore! Donald, I told you back then we shouldn't have had children, but you wouldn't listen! Look what I've gotten after all these years! The child had a grandson, the grandson got a girlfriend, and now he starts forbidding you from drinking soup because of her!" "Old woman!" Donald tapped the table with his pipe. "What nonsense are you spouting now?" "Oh! Dad, Mom, stop! Stop arguing!" Vivian ran out of the kitchen, her hair a mess. "Please, my head is already pounding enough this morning! No sage, no ouzo, red wine, white wine all put away! And I still haven't decided what to wear, what cake to bake! All of this is driving me crazy! Please, don't add to my burden!" "Yes, it really is a burden." Edward, sitting slumped on the living room sofa, looked up. "Son, why couldn't you just find a 'normal' Therianthrope girl to fall in love with?" "Elsa isa 'normal' girl," Jack corrected his father firmly. "If I miss out on her," his voice turned cold and rough, "I don't want anyone else." "Such noble love!" Donald seemed to be reminded of his own first love. He even emotionally used the stem of his pipe to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye. "Don't tell me, damn you, Donald the field mouse!" Savannah narrowed her eyes. "Are you thinking about that damn first love of yours again-the wanton Athena!" Donald's face flushed red with anger as he jumped up. "Stop your insults, old woman! Athena might have been my first love, but she was certainly not wanton!" "Not wanton?!" Savannah shot upright. "You old lecher! Should I go get that... that adult filmyou made with that woman when you were young and share it with your son, daughter-in-law, and grandson?" "Adult film?" Edward frowned. "Mom, you must be mistaken. Things like that didn't exist when Dad was young." "How couldn't they?" Donald was quick to retort, looking at his son with disdain. "Don't look down on people, son. Old man Koch of the Black family, that mad scientist Koch who's always buried in his research, had stuff decades ago that's only popular now, and it was even more advanced." "So..." Vivian was more concerned with another issue. "Dad, you really made... that kind of film?" My god! If such a thing got out, could the Folger family still maintain its standing among the Therianthropes? "Of course it's true," Donald said with a look of nostalgia. "The real deal, passionate, touching the depths of one's soul..." Before he could finish, a glass of ouzo thrown in his face instantly turned him into a large field mouse still holding a pipe. "Go be touching now!" Savannah laughed coldly, holding the empty glass. "You can be touching after I've swallowed you!" With that, she grabbed a bunch of sage and bit down hard. Instantly, a fierce owl swooped down on the large field mouse, who was still sitting on the chair, confused about what was happening. "Stop Grandma!" Edward yelled at Jack while simultaneously trying to catch the field mouse that had scurried into the kitchen. "My god! Look at this-" Vivian clutched her throbbing forehead, watching her kitchen, which she had worked hard on all morning, turn into a battlefield for an owl and a field mouse. Furious, she let out an angry shout, "What kind of family is this?!" The next moment, she transformed into a swan. Just then, a light knock sounded at the door. "It must be that damn, persistent salesman who never knocks and just walks through the yard into people's houses!" Edward, standing near the door, roared as he opened it, shouting at the visitor, "Get lost! Take your sample case with you! We don't need any services you can provide..." Edward's spit-flying roar stop abruptly. He stared slightly dumbfounded at the young Eastern girl standing outside the door, looking frightened and holding a gift box. "Since when," he frowned, "did Picchu Company start using female salespeople? And underage girls at that?" Hearing the commotion, Jack emerged from the kitchen, sweating profusely, tightly gripping the owl. Catching sight of Elsa standing dumbly at the door, his heart leaped in alarm. His grip loosened, and the owl seized the opportunity, cawing and flapping its wings to break free. Next, a large field mouse ran past Elsa's feet and out the door. She let out a scream. In the next instant, the owl beat its fierce wings and came crashing towards the door. She had to quickly crouch down to let it fly out. "Aiya yaa!" Edward reached out to block it but was too late. He turned sideways and complained to Elsa, "What were you standing there for? Why didn't you stop Savannah? You let her fly out!" "Sorry, I didn't know I shouldn't let it out," she stammered timidly. "But... it was so fierce, I... I was a little scared..." "This isn't your fault, Elsa," Jack quickly stepped forward, placing himself between Edward and her. "Dad, this is my girlfriend, Elsa. Elsa," despite the panic, the look he gave her was still gentle, "this is my father, Edward Folger." "I'm sorry, Uncle, sorry, Jack," the shaken Elsa said haltingly. "I knocked several times outside the gate in the yard, maybe you didn't hear. If... if my timing is bad, I can..." "Don't be like that, Elsa. It's not your fault." Jack reached out and pulled her close, suppressing a sigh. "My home is often chaotic. Things like this happen frequently." "So, this is the girl you said you'd regret for life if you missed?" Edward's words brought a blush to Elsa's cheeks. He narrowed his eyes, appraising the Eastern girl who might become his future daughter-in-law. Hmm, beautiful, yes, but a bit too delicate, too... normal. She was a beautiful human girl, but did she really know what kind of man she had fallen in love with? And Jack, how long did he think he could keep the truth hidden? It wasn't that Edward wanted to dampen his son's spirits, but the ongoing cacophony of goose-like shrieks from the kitchen distracted him. "Welcome, Miss." Edward shook Elsa's cold little hand, then patted his son on the shoulder. "Go on, son. Take your girlfriend to that new pizzeria on the corner. I'm afraid the kitchen won't be producing anything good today." He glanced towards the kitchen and hurried off. "I need to get over there quickly, before that angry goose puts herself in the microwave." After Edward went to the kitchen, Jack took Elsa's hand and fled his disaster-zone of a home. Before leaving the yard, Elsa saw the chasing owl and field mouse again by the pond. "Jack, wait!" She tugged. "Shouldn't we help your dad catch them first?" "Don't mind them!" He said coldly, pulling her towards the main gate. "They've been fighting and be in a tangle for years. They won't die from one little mishap." "But Jack," she bit her lip, looking back at the large, tree-shaded mansion. "I haven't met your mother or your grandparents yet. Is it rude to leave like this?" "The rudeness is on them, not you. Don't overthink it." He reached out and ruffled her hair, pulling her close. He took the gift box from her hand. "What's this?" "Barolo red wine, known as the 'King of Wines'." Elsa smiled, snuggling against Jack's side, noticing his body suddenly stiffen. "It's exclusively distributed by my father's company! You can't get it without some connections." "Elsa, you know I don't drink." He moved the potential culprit of his mishaps further away. "I know. I know very well." She laughed, leaning against him. "I know the most outstanding student council president in Yates Academy's history is a model child-no drinking, no smoking, no touching anything that might lead to addiction." "That statement is wrong." He interrupted her calmly. "Where is it wrong?" She didn't understand, her cute, tilted face showing a confused smile. "The part about not touching addictive things is wrong..." He leaned down and stole a kiss. "You are my exception, aren't you?" She blushed, spat lightly, and punched him. "Don't try to change the subject or sneak attacks! Don't interrupt my main point." She smiled at him. "The wine is for your father. As for you, not drinking is good, but when you enter society in the future, a little social drinking might be necessary. At the very least," she crooned, "if you're dragged to a bar for business, having some tolerance means you won't lose your... composure after one drink." "You'd allow me to go to bars?" He teased her. "And allow me to 'lose my composure' because of alcohol?" "I trust you. You know what you should do and what you can do. You're smart and rational. Of course, except for that ridiculous duel." Here, she bloomed into a sweet, confident smile. "That's exactly why I love you so much!" Hearing this, he emotionally pulled her into his arms. In her perception, Jack Folger was perfect, flawless, and capable of anything. Being worshipped by the woman he loved wasn't a bad thing. But a chill suddenly ran through Jack's heart. If she knew he was a Therianthrope, that he transformed when he drank alcohol, and knew about his bizarre, shape-shifting family members, would she still love him like this? Would she still be willing to spend her life with him? This fear utterly destroyed the budding thought he had of confessing everything to her and opening his heart. He couldn't tell her. He really couldn't. He couldn't bear the risk of possibly losing her. He couldn't lose her. Truly, not after having experienced her love.