Ulysses's POV
"Who's there?"
A sharp female voice cut across the lawn, and for the first time, I realized that Veronica's voice was even more unpleasant than Phoebe's cries. The black-clad guards, who had been kneeling with their heads down, became alert again. They drew their daggers and once again surrounded the woman in the yellow dress.
Wow, I was surprised at the woman's keenness. I shouldn't have been detected by any werewolf.
Some of the black-clad guards cautiously passed by me, but I was sure that in their eyes, they only saw an ordinary wall. Their movements were swift as they searched around the corner of the garden, but they found nothing.
"Your Highness, there's no one here except us," a black-clad guard respectfully replied.
As expected, I watched the werewolves, who lo
