*Zander*
In the dimly lit room, the soft glow highlighted my gaze fixed on a solitary figure slouched over the bar counter, her head resting on her arm as she sat on the barstool.
Selena Ardolf, the epitome of stubbornness and rebellion, had always been a challenge. I knew she couldn't handle the potent alcohols from my collection, specially crafted for werewolves. They were far too strong for normal humans or werewolves without a wolf to bear. That's precisely why I had forbidden her from indulging in them. Yet, she persisted in sneaking in, just as she had done today, and the result was evident—she had passed out, succumbing to the potent drink's effects, just like she had in the past.
Taking a few cautious steps forward, I stood before her, peering closely at her beautiful face. Her
