CHAPTER 12: EGOISTIC GOLDEN EYED.

It had been more than a week now in the Crescent stone pack, yes, that was what Naomi called the name of the fantasy land.

More than a week of knowing she was the most vulnerable living thing among werewolves. Delilah had found out about the real thing she hadn't known, the real reason those girls always sniffs like dogs all the time and the reason Clyde and his guys got to know what she was saying in her mind.

Naomi was a pest to her helpers and families but to Delilah, she was a really helpful friend to her. They would always go for strolls and walks around the large pack house after Delilah was done with her daily chores.

Once, Naomi had made them sneak outside to watch a very interesting sight in the farthest hills where the titled werewolves usually raced and fought with themselves.

Delilah was amazed, never in her entire existence had she thought of something she could only imagine as a myth or just fiction_werewolves.

No wonder their beauty, strength, agility and ego.

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