The stray she-wolf was finally awake.
Myra had never felt this eager need to see if the she-wolf was okay; an urgency sprang in her blood as she looked at Jorah, who nodded just before the two walked out of the room, heading towards her room.
Opening the door, they saw a frantic-looking teenager holding a vase and screaming at the top of her lungs in a mad rage as her red hair covered her face.
This was not the kind of first meeting that Myra had hoped for.
The delta nurse in the room screamed, dodging out of the way the moment the red-haired she-wolf threw the vase, aiming for them.
The vase slammed into the wall, breaking into shards that the nurses ducked to avoid, but Myra stood, rather uncaring as a shard scratched her arm.
“Myra!” Jorah called frantically, but she raised her ha
