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.

the wolf’s fur, her fingers running through the soft, pristine coat. The ferocious animal let out a

in sweat, Nathan stared in disbelief, thinking,

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

another glance at the horrified Nathan, Danielle led Zeus toward the

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

the entire room. It was like stepping into a starlit realm. The air was thick with the fragrance of roses,

an impeccably tailored white suit, David exuded a rare charm that was a stark contrast to his usual somber presence. Now, there was a warmth about him that felt soothing. "Were you frightened?" he asked softly, smiling warmly

though there was

the person who had effortlessly won his heart. He wanted her to