As they left the flower field, strolling toward the T-junction that separated the various breeds, a sudden, eerie howl pierced the air. The group froze, unsure of what to make of the wolf-like cry.
Before they could process the sound, a chilling chorus of howls erupted from the surrounding fields, sending shivers down their spines. The blood-curling wails seemed to come from all directions, enveloping them in an unsettling, primal fear.
Valerie's eyes locked onto Mr. Domnic's, searching for reassurance. Grace clung to her arm, her face pale.
"What's going on?" Valerie whispered.
Mr. Domnic's calm demeanor was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding around them. A hint of amusement danced in his voice. "I told you, my farm isn't kind to luxury wear."
Mr. Jenkins' face reddened with alarm. "What do you mean? Those are wolves, aren't they?" He and his team hastily closed ranks around Mr. Domnic and his butler, seeking safety.
"AWOOO!"
