In two days, they caught two dead faeries in human borders. The catastrophe in the Faeries area occurred terrifyingly.
Elizabeth held the baby to her chest and got back to the mansion. Everyone was standing behind the window, surely wondering what was that ball of fur in Elizabeth's embrace.
"Hey, little cub, be nice to my family."
She halted behind the door that in less than a second got open. Margaret emerged into her view with widened eyes.
"Lady Elizabeth, what is this?"
She asked while Ell passed by her then the baby's cry revealed everything.
"He is hungry, do we have milk, or something that wolf faerie can eat?"
Ell asked from the dropped mouths and stunned faces.
"I will prepare it!" Thankfully Margaret was the only one that could hold herself back together. She dragged large strides to the kitchen, thinking that what the muse of the night had just brought to them, wishing that wasn't something malice.
