Draco received a mind link from Silvio.
'Your Highness, Natale is here with me now. We are going as far as possible away from the 11th pack's territory,' Silvio linked.
It was the message that Draco was waiting for. A signal to start the attack.
Draco looked at Beri with a smile. "I appreciate the compliment of being compared to Gastone. He really does have nice hair, unlike mine," he said and took the golden wig carefully, showing his jet-black hair.
"What the—"Goron was surprised at the revelation, and his senses told him that Draco was dangerous. He pulled Beri behind him in defence of if Draco would do them harm.
"Who are you!?" Beri exclaimed as she held into Goron's shirt like her life depended on it. She never expected the golden hair to be fake since it compliments Draco's appearance.
"Well, do you have a guess?" Draco stated with a shrug before taking the cup and sipping the warm tea.
