The last thing Violet wanted to do was respond with a greeting as she stared at the woman in front of her, who looked like a harmless doe. Her eyes were brown, her body appeared frail—almost as if it would break with the slightest pull. Yet, both of them knew better; the woman was a werewolf, and appearances could be deceiving.
"I brought tea!" she continued, her tone light and cheerful. Violet, still standing at the door, felt an overwhelming urge to slam it in her face. Yet, a small, gnawing curiosity kept her rooted, wondering what this woman could possibly have to say.
After a moment's hesitation, Violet stepped to the side, gesturing for the servant to come in, not surprised when Fiona followed closely behind the servant carrying the tea, stepping in with an almost triumphant look on her face.
"For a second there, I was convinced you were going to slam the door in my face!" Fiona said, making her way to the dining table where they had sat the night before.
