WHEN June and Diana entered the restaurant the next day, they were greeted by a different staff. They were led to a private office.
A human woman was sitting behind a table smiled at them. She stood up and approached them.
At this distance, the human was only a little taller than Diana. Upon subtle inspection, she noticed the mark at the woman's neck together with a cursive word below it.
"I'm sorry if we bother you. My name is Natasha Wilson."
It was June who received her hand for a handshake. She kept Diana at an arm's length.
The three of them turned to the door when two more people entered. It was Aria and Marguerite. The werewolf looked at her with questions in her eyes.
"Please have a seat. This will not waste your time, I promise." Natasha muttered and motioned at the small re
