Natalia's soft giggles had attracted the attention of the woman. Soft black orbs gazed back at her shocked ones. Both women appraised each other as was the norm.
The mercenary knew instantly that the other woman was a concubine from her outfit. The attending maids around her were the other giveaway.
At first, she felt a sudden pang of jealousy hit her which was soon replaced by a natural admiration. The woman before her was breathtaking.
If she didn't know better, she would have thought she was an elf. Aside from her soft black orbs and her oval-shaped face, everything else was unique and otherworldly.
What she found enviable were the traces of long blonde hair that flowed smoothly over her back and rested below her waist.
Her skin, which was fairer than the sun, glowed under the natural light, highlighting her cute pointy nose. The woman was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful werewolves she had encountered.
