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.

her fingers running through the soft, pristine coat. The ferocious animal let out a low, contented whine, nuzzling her hand affectionately. "It’s actually quite docile," she

sweat, Nathan stared in disbelief, thinking, ’Docile? It nearly took your

had once torn a man’s throat out.’ It was an extremely

the horrified Nathan, Danielle led Zeus toward the living

moment she stepped into the living room, Danielle sensed something unusual. The space was dark and

the lights flickered on, illuminating the entire room. It was like stepping into a starlit realm. The air was thick with the fragrance of

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

though there was no

residence for a reason. Danielle was the person who had effortlessly won his heart. He