64 PROFESSOR BEISCHEL

"Has Professor Beischel contacted you again?" Mike asked a young man beside him.

The young man was none other than Jack.

The two werewolves, who had a big age gap, standing side by side at the beach this sunny afternoon. They did not wear footwear, letting the soles of their feet directly touched the fine white sand, also letting the waves washed over their feet. Their faces were facing straight ahead on the vast blue sea that seemed to have no ends.

"The Professor called me this morning, asking about the development of Blue's power," replied the young man without taking his eyes off the blue sea in front of him.

"Isn't Blue developing quite well?" The werewolf leader asked again.

Jack nodded slightly and answered, "She's quite in control."

"That's great," Mike responded. "Then, is she being nice lately? Does she want to eat again after a few days she refused to eat? We only have two weeks left. That kid can't be sick."