Sixteen

 
Hayate growled into the mansion, where a person wandering anxious and worried, attentive to every single noise outside. I was looking for Shiraname every dark corner of the house, however, found no one. She opened the windows of her room and stood on the porch watching the dark sky and the wolf ferejando air. Nishihara tried to jump out the window, but Hayate grabbed her by the shirt with the canines and put it back on the porch.
  With folded arms, she sighed and stroked the wolf's muzzle, understanding that the animal was only following orders Shiraname.
- I wanted so badly to know what Shiraname doing now ... Hayate, you could tell me?
  The animal made a sound whiny in response. It was clear that the wild dog would not know anything about the keeper. Abruptly, the animal lifted its muzzle and howled to the northwest again and the priestess held the clothes again, however, putting it on the floor out of the mansion.

  At first she was confused, but when he saw the figure of Shiraname approaching slowly, she understood why Hayate have allowed her departure. Nishihara ran towards him and hugged him. The Guardian took a while to return the affection of the girl, which lasted little after feeling that the boy's clothes and skin were sticky and humid. By having highly refined sense of smell, it smelled of blood and also felt the smell of Yasuhiko on his sword.
- Shiraname, I do not believe you ...
- I'm sorry, did not mean to go to that extreme, however, the way he spoke to you made me mad. Nobody talks like that with you in my presence. Forgive me.

  Nishihara motioned to heal his injuries, however, the guardian took her hands firmly and looked deeply into her eyes sadly.
- Do not heal my wounds. I deserve to feel the deepest sorrow for hurting someone in your family.
  She stroked his face gently with the back of her hand, avoiding touching the wounds because Shiraname could feel even more pain. The guardian kissed the hand that caressed his face and lost his balance. His vision was blurred and increasingly precarious because of the blood he had lost.
The guardian lost his senses and fell to the floor of the garden.