Dark Growlers Pack
The car screeched to a halt on the gravel courtyard of the Dark Growlers' mansion.
The door swung open hard. Isolde stepped out, her face pale but her eyes blazing with fury.
Two guards bowed their heads. No one dared to speak. They only exchanged uneasy glances.
Isolde strode quickly through the long stone hallway, her high heels striking the floor in sharp, angry rhythm.
As the mansion's main doors swung open, everyone inside froze.
Servants lowered their gazes; some even backed against the walls, terrified of being caught in their mistress's rage tonight.
Isolde didn't care. She threw off her cloak and shouted,
"Everyone out! NOW!"
Her voice echoed, making the crystal vase on the table tremble. Within seconds, the entire hall was empty. Only the faint clatter
