My stomach churned horribly, sending waves of vomit back up at the sudden surge of pungent rose scent in the air, added by a sudden greeting by the gorgeous blonde She-Lycan.
"Beatrice Ainzberg."
Her name left my lips like a slur. My eyes were locked on her eyes and moved down to her revealing clothes. White cross top and short knee-lengthed dress.
"Aren't you cold?"
Beatrice's lips raised up to a curl, her eyes mocked and she flipped her hair back, sending waves of roses scent into the air.
"We Lycan are not prone to such trivial matter." Beatrice proudly said.
"The head of vlákas among the vlákas." Aunt Sera snubbed at Beatrice and she immediately snapped her head to the side, glaring. There were frowns on the question on her face.
"What did you say, hag?"
'God, she had no manner
