Keiran furrowed his brow as he recollected the vivid details of the stranger's T-shirt -- its chromatic hue and distinctive style. Curse his luck, for it was undoubtedly his own! What could have compelled this unknown man to don his garment? Was he, perhaps, acquainted with his uncle? Keiran surreptitiously observed the stranger, whose countenance contorted in agony. Despite the discomfort, the T-shirt draped the stranger's physique with a suave elegance, rendering him even more attractive. Keiran couldn't help but smile at the thought.

In a sudden surge of concern, Keiran's mind was jolted back to the present as he recalled the stranger's bleeding wound. Without a moment's hesitation, he re-entered the room and scoured it for a first aid kit. As he tended to the stranger's injury, his thoughts became increasingly preoccupied with the circumstances surrounding the wound. What could have precipitated such a calamity? Keiran's thoughts turned contemptuous as he muttered under his breath, "What a jerk."

Liam still cringed in pain while waiting for Liam's body writhed in agony as he waited anxiously for Keiran's return.
The searing pain coursed through his veins, a constant reminder of the werewolf's vulnerability to silver bullets. As he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, a burning desire for retribution surged within him.
The hunter who had inflicted this wound would pay dearly for their transgression. Liam's plan for redemption had reached its apex, and he was resolute in his determination to exact revenge.
Memories from his childhood flooded back to him, a time when hunters from the nearby village of Freckeld had sought to kill him. Liam knew all too well the dangers posed by those who hunted his kind, and he was prepared to fight tooth and claw to defend himself and his kin.

As for the reason behind the betrayal of his father's pack, it remained a mystery to Liam. However, he couldn't help but wonder if the hunters' greed for his father's treasures played a role in their dishonorable actions. The experience left Liam with a deep distrust of humans, making it difficult for him to form friendships with them.

Liam was still confused. When he bumped into the wooden chair, he knew that Keiran was still asleep, he was in his deep slumber, but how was he immediately behind him and caught him when he was about to fall? Maybe Keiran woke up because of the loudness of his whimpers that were close to screaming. Liam shook his head.
One minute had passed and when Keiran returned he brought his first aid kit. While a first aid kit may not seem necessary in the woods, Liam knew that human hikers often carried them for emergencies. The werewolf healer in their pack typically used herbal remedies to treat injuries and wounds, which were effective and restorative. However, the drugs in the first aid kit were unfamiliar to Liam, as he had never encountered them before.
Despite the werewolves' ability to heal themselves, they recognized the importance of being prepared when exploring unknown places like the woods and mountains. Dangers could be found anywhere, and it was always wise to have a backup plan in case of emergencies.
Liam vividly recollected a diminutive sachet, replete with the label 'trust', nestling amidst the verdant canopy of the forest. As a lycanthrope, its contents were unfamiliar to him. Pensively, he contemplated that it may contain a potent salve to alleviate his grievous injury. However, as he gingerly unfurled the sachet, he was taken aback by its uncanny resemblance to a lascivious balloon.

Silently, Keiran knelt before him, exhibiting an air of stoicism as he tended to his wound. Though the process elicited a modicum of discomfort, Keiran was resolute in concealing the grimace that threatened to contort his visage. His hands seemed almost callous as they worked to clean the wound, lacking the gentleness that Liam might expect from such a task. Liam could not discern whether Keiran was harboring any resentment towards him but speculated that his failure to introduce himself may have been the cause.

"Pray to tell, would you care to know my name?" He queried Keiran, prompting the latter to momentarily suspend the ministrations to his wound. "The reason for my willingness to disclose it, if I may be so candid, is because I harbor a lingering apprehension that I am all too easily forgotten. I would rather maintain an air of enigmatic mystique, to remain a stranger, than to be known and eventually revert to the realm of the unfamiliar." He concluded his statement with a resigned sigh.

Why a werewolf like him tends to be overemotional? "To people, it's easy to forget their old friends when they meet a new one. I want people to look and look after me until they know me wholly and my name will be embedded in them, in their thorax."
"Too long, and I don't understand anything." Keiran laughed. "Okay, if you don't want to tell me your name, how about I will call you by the name I want?"
Liam's face lit up. "Yes please." He looked down at Keiran again, and their eyes met again. He could see the beam of happiness in the face and eyes of Keiran, even though Keiran's lips don't draw a smile but Liam could see it in Keiran's eyes, smiles cannot only be seen in lips and mouth but in eyes also.
Those eyes of Kerian drew a line in his heart. Liam didn't know why he felt so nervous looking at Keiran. It feels special and yet falls into confusion, he was confused about his feelings, and he wonders if Keiran feels the same, the confusing feelings, he asked himself if Keiran's heart beat too like how his heartbeat that pounding in his ears. His cacophony of thoughts was hammering.
Liam shook his head as he took off his eyes on Keiran.
Keiran smiled and he continued cleaning Liam's wound. He was thinking about the right name to call the guy. But he can create one instantly due to his heart that beat faster and faster, and thousands of butterflies flying circles in his stomach. He thought of the heart eyes he and the guy created a few seconds ago when their eyes and gaze met, colliding, and blending to become one. "I will call you 'Eir' What do you think?"
Liam nodded. "Good name." He smiled.
"But can you tell me what are you doing here, hmmm, Eir?" He put a band-aid on Liam's wound a guy he called Eir.
"Mr. Fergus will tell you, and may I ask if you remember what you did last night?"
Keiran stood up. "Last night? What I did do?"
"Thanks," said Liam looking at his wound that already had a band-aid.
"My pleasure Eir." Keiran smiled. "Can you tell me what was about last night? Hmmm... I remembered that I went to my new friend in the neighborhood, we are drinking and..." He tried to recall something but his mind snapped and couldn't have the chance of recalling what was happening last night, he just found himself in bed a while ago.
Liam smiled. "You're sleeping beside me."
"I knew. I'm sorry for that, I just realized it wasn't my room. But what are you doing there? Are you, someone —"
"Mr. Fergus will tell you." He grinned. "You mentioned one name. I can't tell you."
Keiran's face was red and his eyes widened. "Hep? What name? Have I mentioned something else? Good or bad? Can you tell me?" he asked for some confirmation.
"Yes."
"Shit?"
"And you hug me, was a comfortable feeling?"
Keiran stood up suddenly in shock. "What?"
How come? It was supposed to be a good joke. Tell me Eir, You're kidding me, right?" he wants to get out of there.
Liam stood up and was ready to go out. "I can tell you another time, young man. And I forget to tell you, that you have mentioned something about me." He stood up and slowly walked outside the house. "I can trust ordinary man's feelings. It was a kinda pretense sometimes... Human friends are changing, lie, pretense, and infidelity.
"What ordinary man? Are you some kind of supernatural?" Keiran asked following him but he stopped.
"At least not like those who aren't willing to reciprocate your love..."
"Fuck you." He said in his low tone.
"I can hear it, Keiran." Liam turned his back on Liam and smiled. "My name is Liam, hope you wouldn't forget it easily, you can call me Eir or Liam." He continued walking and left the house.
"Where are you going, Oh, Liam, or Eir? You can't go out, your wound is terrible." Keiran called out. "You need to be hospitalized."
"I'm going to a tea and oranges farm. Mr. Fergus is there for sure, young man." He smirked.