[Annabel's P.O.V.]
I was having my afternoon tea in my studio when I got the news that Rose, the powerful Werewolf of Chaos, had given birth to her little wolf.
I fiddled with a photo in my hand before dialing the phone number Nicholas had left me. His underling answered and I told him to tell Nicholas that I had news about the Werewolf of Chaos.
I was expecting him to appear before me immediately in his little puff of smoke. But he surprisingly took his time. I waited an entire day for him. Then another, and another.
It was not until the afternoon of the sixth day when I was dealing with my business that a puff of black smoke appeared in the middle of my office.
"Annabel."
"Nicholas, I was expecting you earlier the moment you received my call."
"I don't see the need to interrupt my daily life so urgently for a mere Werewolf of Chaos."
"Sure, since you can kill them as easily as you can kill an ant." I agreed with him.
