Anabella's POV
''Can't you speak.'' She yelled, which made the servant quickly lower her head in respect. I watched her stare at me with disgust before moving her gaze to the servant, whose head was lowered with respect.
''Who are they?'' She asked as she fixed her gaze on me
''They are Lord Bernard's guests.'' The maid responded,
''Guest?'' She lifted a bow and stared at me with hatred-filled eyes.
''Werewolves.'' She groaned and took out her fangs.
''What are they doing here.'' She yelled with gritted teeth and took a few steps closer to me. She stood an inch apart from me, gritting her teeth with rage as we locked gazes. Her eyes hold rage and hatred, and I wasn't surprised at it.
''Hello.'' I spoke up, totally ignoring the death glares she was giving me.
''Who are you?'' She a
