Chapter 59.
The small orphanage that accepted both human and werewolf children stood in the centre of a long street of pretty white and yellow-painted homes, with bright red-tiled roofs. Three small windows peeked out from the attack rooms, sitting perfectly in the annexe. The entry door opened directly on the path, which was currently roped off, and the road closed to traffic, as the children all lined up eagerly waiting for the arrival of the Crown Prince and his princess with the strange purple hair, waving the flags of Denmark and the Danish werewolf flag.
As the large car pulled up at the bottom of the road, Becca looked out the window. There were a lot more people gathered, cheering than she had envisaged when she agreed to open the wolf wing of the small orphanage.
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