"Haha, of course, of course, I must thank you, respected Alpha Klaus," Ulysses exaggeratedly bowed.
Then, he playfully winked at me, seemingly expressing gratitude through this gesture.
Klaus coldly turned his head away, his expression grim.
"Caw-caw-!" Phoebe's voice echoed through the room. Then, a white oak door appeared on the blank wall of the room. The doorbell continued to gently vibrate, urging the master to open it quickly.
I stepped forward and turned the handle. The raven, Phoebe, rushed in like a gust of black wind. It perched on Ulysses' shoulder, grooming his hair with its sharp beak. With only me left standing at the door, I welcomed the guests outside.
"Hello, miss." The elderly, warm voice of the man outside the door reached me. He looked weathered, with the passage o
