Both Olive and Loui turned their heads to their sides to glimpse a female figure standing with her arms akimbo.
Her long, flowing hair cascaded down to her bum in black waves, a lustrous auburn that caught the light with every movement.
Her sharp features were softened by her delicate bone structure, and the suit she wore hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her toned physique. She was a sight to behold.
"Hmph!" Olive scoffed and looked away from her.
The young lady, Lucien, balled her fists with annoyance. "YOU POKER FACE!!"
Her eye twitched uncontrollably, and her jaw tightly clenched.
"Now, now, Lucien, let's calm down." Loui walked over to her. "Olive has a problem with werewolves, which is why he hasn't accepted you yet. But! It does not mean he hates you."
"I don't care!" Lucien was rather dissatisfied.
Loui's smile fell, and his face darkened.
