Part 19

Margareth POV The figure who I just knew from the werewolves academy exactly appeared and stood right in front of my grey orbs. Yeah, I admitted that the man with his tall body looked stunning with no aging visual. However, my instinct felt annoyed by his existence. By the time when I observed his stern glance towards me and Bastian, I was in the stance position, ready to fight although I seldom trained myself on the camp with the other werewolves. In that time, Emma opened the mental connection and said, "He looks nasty. Look at his fangs. Iuh." "Maybe, he needs a brand new tooth paste," I replied as I realized that my nails were growing longer. Following with the nail changes, I could feel that the brown fur slightly grew on my skin. Looking at my condition, Bastian uttered, "Are you ready to fight? It's better if you leave him on me. I'll make sure that it will not be longer than an hour." "But, actually, you just join me for strolling around. This monster has a serious business for