Vivian’s heart is racing, not from running in a drunken state but from the anticipation of what is to come next. One hand intertwined with Remy’s and holding her gown with the other, she half runs and is half dragged through the field at the backside of his cottage.

　　“Remy stop! Where are we going?”

　　“Shhh..Don’t shout too loud.” Remy says, his voice strained with exhaustion.

　　Wolf or not, they have been dancing crazily in the party only ...