"Who the heck are you?" Ivy shouted at the brown haired man who was now smiling at her.
Just when Ivy thought of calling the palace guards, the brown haired man said, "I am definitely not your enemy, Ivy. I am your friend. We are on the same side."
"What do you mean?"
The man smirked. "How about I start by introducing myself. My name is Christopher and I am a werewolf."
Ivy snapped at the word werewolf. Her sharp black claws came out of her hand. Just when she was about to slice his throat with her claws, he clasped her hand tight. "As I said before, I am not your enemy, my Queen," he looked down at her. "I am your friend. We both have a common enemy."
"If you are a werewolf, then you are my enemy," she struggled to free her hand from his grip. "Let me go…"
"Sure, I'll let you go,"
