Rosina crossed her legs upon sitting on the sofa with a dead wolf lying on the floor in the living room. Before her was Draco standing while looking at her.
"Where should we start?" Rosina asked with a furrowed eyebrow, indicating for Draco to start explaining what had happened.
"Well, it's simple," Draco shrugged and sat across Rosina. Both ignored the dead bodies lying nearby as if they were nothing but mere decorations.
"And what is it?" Rosina raised an eyebrow.
"Hmm, I talked with Bertrando and Cirino about you. We're concerned about your well-being about going alone. We don't know what your plans are. Aside from that, since the 12th pack will attack us, we decided to attack first without prior warning," Draco stated with pride as he watched Rosina's lips purse in a thin line.
