The wolf opened his eyes briefly without lifting his face. He gave Arielle a sideways glance, looking disinterested.
"I am the guardian of this mountain, and Cecil is my mate."
The guardian? Then Arielle shouldn't disturb him any longer.
Mate? Arielle wanted to ask again, but the wolf turned his back to Arielle. It seemed the wolf didn't want to talk to her anymore. She chose to return to where she came from.
However, before she got out of that place, she saw an elegant woman with a white dress and long shiny platinum hair hanging down to the ground. Arielle's heart was beating hard.
When Arielle passed her, the woman put on a very beautiful smile.
"Nice to meet you, Arielle," the woman greeted Arielle in a voice as calm as the surface of the water. She then took out her flute and started playing it.
