_Zarelle’s POV_
Dad had found a final resting place for Jenny at a pet cemetery. I never had another pet after that. I didn’t want to go through that kind of loss again.
“Hello, Pitchy.” I patted the dog’s head, amazed by the realistic sensation. It was just like petting a real puppy. Pitchy gave a happy yelp and tried to jump onto my knees.
“This damn iron animal.” Mirelle growled and I chuckled. Iron animal?
My wolf was too dramatic.
“Pitch, stop bothering our guest,” a female voice said.
I straightened up as a woman walked towards me. She was clad, unsurprisingly, in a white lab coat. Underneath, she wore a bright pink t-shirt emblazoned with the word ‘T-rex’ and a pair of neon purple cropped pants, probably a silent protest against the all-white dress code. She reac
