Abigail felt a pang of sympathy. She knew how hard it was for werewolves to control their shifts, especially when they were going through tough times. "I'm sorry to hear that," she said "I think I'll be heading in," Brian said as he left, going to the main mansion.
Abigail felt all alone as she watched the rest drink and dance through the night, she sat taking a sip of orange juice as time passed on. After a while she got bored and took a walk round the massive compound.
The little mansion where the party was happening had a corridor where guards were stationed at alert, she walked trying to get past.
"You shouldn't be here, please turn back"one of the guards said with hardly any expression on.
Abigail was curious on entering the main mansion,"Prince Benjamin, he needs your help" Abiga
