Bullied By My Four Mates
I mirrored his stance, flanking our queen, presenting a united front despite our incomplete number.
Ava's voice carried clearly through the winter air, strong and steady as she welcomed everyone to the festival. "Citizens of the kingdom, friends and family, wolves and Lycans alike—welcome to our annual Christmas celebration."
The crowd responded with enthusiastic applause, their joy a palpable force even in the bitter cold. I watched their faces, noting the hope that bloomed there despite the difficulties of recent months. This festival meant something to them—a respite from hardship, a reminder that some traditions endured even in the face of unprecedented challenges.
Bab Populer