Melanin’s POV
When I heard him say that, I paused and looked at him. I could see that he was a noble one. He smelled and looked quite rich, but then I have this personal hatred for those who are rich. They treat people like they own them. When I noticed that he was looking at me, and I became scared and gulped nervously.
As a werewolf, I could smell power from him. I'm a weak wolf, so it was quite hard for me to guess exactly what he was.
“Whatever,” I grumbled, not wanting him to see my weakness and use it against me. He stared at me as if trying to read through me before looking in another direction.
“Are you a maid in the werewolf pack?” His words didn't come out like a question; it was more like he knew I was a maid. His tone was getting on my nerves, especially when I'm being coun
