“Alex, stop it!” Leslee slammed the black werewolf’s face further to the ground.
Though it irritated Alexander, he couldn’t fight her off, knowing the repercussion that he was going to get if he hurts her.
“Nard, calm down, will you!” Trisha blocked the sight of the gray wolf.
It irked Maynard that he could not knock his foe off, which only meant only one thing, his friend Rory would still end up with them.
All of them were giving out glares. Trisha and Beatrice were at Leslee’s, while Arnold and Kyle had their eyes glued to one another. Both packs remained cautious of the other, yet none dared back down.
“What is the meaning of all this, didn’t you already agree to a truce!” the sweet female voice boomed again, stepping in the middle of it all.
It was their school nurse, miss Phoebe
