Chapter 57 The Blooming Of Love

• Eulália stood by the bedroom window, her eyes fixed on the movement in the front yard. The crowd of gathered wolves, the uneasy murmurs, and Alaric’s stern gaze as he pronounced the sentence. She didn’t fully understand what was happening, but she could feel the weight of the tension in the air.
• “Misty, what’s going on out there?” she asked, without looking away.
• Misty, who had been folding some clothes near the bed, walked over to the window and cast a quick glance at the scene.“It looks like Alaric is dealing with the she-wolves who set you up,” she replied, her voice laced with concern.