Her loud intense grumbling roared like a clap of thunder as she shrieked at all of them. Those mystic wolves were circulated around her with an intention of not letting her escape from their trap, scattered in groups. However, they seemed a bit palpitated, glancing at each other's faces as she fiercely rolled her brown, fuming eyeballs at them.
One of them, a tall, handsome, well-groomed muscular man with broad, firm shoulders and dark black soft hair bangs covering his forehead slowly came forward, walking a few steps closer to her. Staring intensely in her eyes, he slowly murmured, "please don't fret. We don't intend to harm you."
"Harm me? Are you fuckin' kidding me? Surrounding me from all over by your men, you are trying to play all honest before me right now?" Clenching her fist, she snapped at him.
