STACEY’S POV:
I stand on the balcony as I gently rock Marguerite to sleep. It’s a peaceful night… or so I thought.
Suddenly, my eyes catch movement at the edge of the forest. Then, the shadows solidify into a clear formation - a battalion of wolves, their eyes gleaming with intent, marches towards the gates of my mansion. Panic grips my chest, making it hard to breathe.
Everyone quickly springs into action. The bodyguards transform into their wolf forms, muscles rippling under thick fur, readying themselves for the impending attack. The maids, in their human forms, surround me and Marguerite, guiding us swiftly but gently into the safety of the mansion's inner rooms.
"Who are those wolves?" I demand.
One of my bodyguards, a large black wolf with piercing blue eyes, responds, "They'r
