Howl.

Howl.

Howl.

“Those nasty bastards! Can’t they just return to the pack normally without causing so much noise?” Grace disgruntled as she stood in the gazebo while glaring towards the woods where seven wolves could be seen running out of the forest heading her way.

“Hehe, Madam Grace, aren’t you a bit too fiery?” a young beautiful and slightly matured lady with amazing green eyes and her auburn hair tied into a messy bun teased as she lazily lay on the comfortable couch, a book in hand with her focus more on the book rather than Grace herself.

When Grace heard that, she clicked her tongue as she turned...