Not A Small-Town Girl

"Mrs. Charrington, this is Mr. Charrington’s pet wolf. It’s vicious by nature-please stay behind me," Nathan said frantically.

But Danielle didn’t move. Her gaze remained calm, unflinching in the face of the predator.

In the blink of an eye, the wolf lunged forward with its jaws wide open. It was chilling to imagine the damage it would do to Danielle.

"Watch out," Nathan exclaimed.

Danielle remained calm, as if the creature pouncing on her wasn’t a ferocious wolf. Nathan, however, was scared out of his wits.

Just as the wolf was about to reach her, she swiftly pulled out several needles and pierced its body. The ferocious animal froze mid-attack and crumpled to the ground.

coat. The ferocious animal let out a low, contented whine, nuzzling her hand affectionately. "It’s

in sweat, Nathan stared in disbelief, thinking,

that had once torn a man’s throat out.’ It

at the horrified Nathan, Danielle

stepped into the living room, Danielle sensed something unusual.

was like stepping into a starlit

was a stark contrast to his usual somber presence. Now, there was a warmth about

asked, though there was

brought her to his private residence for a reason. Danielle was the person who had effortlessly won his heart. He wanted her