The grand dining hall glowed under golden chandeliers, the air rich with the scent of roasted meat. Maids glided in, setting down platters of chicken and duck so large that the portion on each plate was nearly the size of Shelly's half body.
Her eyes widened in disbelief—how could anyone eat this much?
Without warning, the others shifted into their wolf forms, fur bristling, jaws glinting under the light as they tore into their meals. The sight sent a shiver racing down Shelly's spine, her fingers frozen around her fork.
Rayan leaned closer, voice low and reassuring. "You're safe here. No one will harm you."
Across the table, two small wolves exchanged a mischievous glance, their sharp eyes fixed on her.
Rafael: grinning "The kid's afraid."
Cedrick: "Oh, my poor little human…"
Amelia: snapping her gaze to them "Enough, boys. Let her eat in peace. She's not your plaything."
The teasing smirks faded, but their watchful eyes didn't.