Diana
I went back into the mansion when I started getting itches. I needed to take a bath. They were wild wolves after all, and I didn’t want to get ticks or fleas.
Werewolves wouldn’t mind, but not me.
I minded.
After a refreshing bath, I walked out to begin being bored again.
I didn’t know what to do around the house, and apart from cooking, I wasn’t hard-pressed to do anything.
It was almost like they had forgotten that they had brought me in to be of some domestic service to them. It got so awkward, that all I did was wander the house. It was back to me being at home, living the life of a princess…chef.
A princess chef…if anything like that existed.
Only this time, I wasn’t being ridiculed by anyone. The ground I walked on wasn’t spat on after I had passed, and I wasn’t getting
