The large grey werewolf had caught Breanne by the arms and decided to take a bite off of the black haired thrall.
Werewolves could very easily heal themselves of all injuries they sustained by eating, after all.
Before his jaws could clench on Breanne, however, a cheery voice resonated from the outside.
"Oh my, has the quality of stuff here degraded to such a level yet?"
The voice was slightly deep, had a slight British accent, and had a kind of strange confidence that Xavian had only seen in Max, Anais, and Nein.
Speaking of Nein, the quirky teenager walked into the ball wearing a three piece suit like Xavian, obviously he was embarrassed, but the pink quickly disappeared from his face when he saw the werewolf.
"A mutt is here?!"
Hearing the word mutt, the grey werewolf dropped Breanne's body and dashed over to his next victim. However, before he could move three strides, the massive grey wolf found himself suspended in the air.
