The tri-tail shadow pup stood on its hind legs, scanning the room with wide eyes, keenly observing the expressions of the mercenaries surrounding it. Whitney and Valeria seemed unperturbed, recognizing the creature's potential value. However, when the pup met its master's bloodthirsty gaze, it began to tremble with fear.
"Arrrrr…f?" it whined, tilting its head and attempting a frail smile, its eyes filled with dread.
"Tell me, you little shit," Grey's voice rumbled, his glare unyielding. "Did you plan to make your entrance when we were in danger, hoping for a warm welcome instead of a harsh confrontation?"
All eyes turned to the anxious pup, whose head swiveled back and forth as sweat dripped from its fur.
"Haaaaaah, now that's funny," Grey mused. "Yesterday, I would've defended you with my life. But today? I'm moments away from feeding you to these women."
