“It can't be. What the hell is she?
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Ms. Happy's gaze diverted to the door; she had heard little steps disappearing into the distance, and she walked to the door.
She opened the door, but there was no one; she gazed round the hall, but it was absent, no sound, nothing, but for sure she knew someone was eavesdropping.
“Can you wake her up?” Ms. Happy asked, and the pack's doctor hummed in disagreement.
“She will wake up once she's done dissipating the wolfsbane.
“Oh, okay, so that should be when?” Imogen asked; she took hold of Snow's palm and curled her palm round it.
“Not sure when, but I think she's no ordinary wolf.” He added and averted his gaze to Ms. Happy, but she seemed indifferent, no shock, nothing as evidence of surprise.
“Doctor, could you keep this a secr
