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.

through the soft, pristine coat. The ferocious animal let out a low, contented whine, nuzzling her hand

sweat, Nathan stared in disbelief, thinking, ’Docile?

the same wolf that had once torn a man’s throat

horrified Nathan, Danielle led

into the living room, Danielle sensed something unusual. The space was dark

the entire room. It was like stepping into a starlit realm. The air was

an impeccably tailored white suit, David exuded a rare charm that was a stark contrast to his usual somber presence.

Danielle asked, though there

the person who had effortlessly won his heart. He