Maggie frowned as she looked at the clock, realizing it was nearly ten o'clock at night. The melancholy was gone as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by a tinge of irritation. She crossed her arms and tapped her feet impatiently on the floor.
"What else do you want from me, wolf?" She queried, her eyes sending daggers. "I swear if I don't get home by ten, I'll turn you into a dog." She kept talking about getting her beauty sleep, telling me that it was the most important thing to maintain her youthfulness which I didn't care about.
"I'll rip you apart before you do so," I retorted, glaring back at her. "All those efforts won't even hide the fact that you're an old lady inside, so why bother—"
