Since that family reunion and the conversation I had with Isaac, everything is running back on it right order, he is still hating me, I'm still his bodyguard, no more no less but he doesn't go to night club or in a drunk stage frequently anymore. It is s good thing to hear but in return, my time spending with him is become less.

Right now I am just sitting alone in Ewing's family garden. They sure have a very nice one with a lots of big tree and especially a fence filled with black rose. I once heard that Mrs.Ewing really love flowers so no wonder there are a rare kind like black rose in her garden. I don't know why but apart from my killing job, I really love sitting on grass, listen to the wind, inhale the aroma of flowers linger my nose softly. It somehow make me forget about my miserable life and filthy self. I always go there whenever I have time. Today is no exception, I go right of the garden after my shift in the morning.

I close my eyes

Feel the wind

Suddenly I hear soft footsteps come to my place. It seems like I won't be alone today. I slowly open my eyes as soon as the footsteps stop at my right side, I look up and see Mr.Michael bodyguard. He maybe around my age, almost as tall as me with red hair an deep blue ocean eyes. At first glance, people will mistake him as some wealthy, rich Alpha and that is something I wouldn't care. If he is seeking for a fight, I will serve good.

"You're Caleb right, Mr.Isaac bodyguard?"

I just nod slightly in response to that question:"And you're?"

"Just call me Ryan, I'm Mr.Michael guard. Don't worry, I come here not to create any conflict, after all, it is pretty normal for Mr.Isaac to behave like that day"

I'm still sitting on the grass, inhale the scent of the dark rose and Mr.Michael bodyguard doesn't like to leave me alone.

"You really like this place, I have seen you here many time in the same spot every single time"

"........"

"You don't talk much, I kinda understand the reason. If I am in your case, I would do the same. Being hated by your mate is something even you, a cold blood monster can't even endure."

"........"

"You resemble a black rose: lonely and cold, very beautiful yet still have thorns to make people who touch it bleed."

"......."

"It is great to talk with you. I hope someday we can be friend, Caleb"

"I hope so too, Ryan"

Friend?

This is the first time, I make one. Maybe it isn't too bad after all