Long days had passed since Grandma left for her secret mission.
She was still in the shack in the woods far from where she lived.
Clifford was being very useful in helping her gather people for their mission. And as the time went by, she could already count with much more than what she had at the beginning.
Clifford knocked on her bedroom and put his head on the space between the door opened.
“Cora, there are three werewolves from the south part of the country on the living room, waiting to speak to you. I already told them to wait.” the black tall man said to her.
She got up from the bed, straightening her coat, trying to be more presentable.
“What did you tell them about our meeting?” she asked, meeting Clifford at the door.
“Not much. They only know we want to bring peace for our
