The wind picked up a sudden chill hinting to the Werewolf Kingdom of the upcoming winter, yet Kayleen's residence was under an undeniable cloud of gloominess that she found hard to ignore. She deliberately spent an hour in the bath, then another hour getting dressed, hoping that Kingston, Klauth, and Cassius would grow weary and leave, yet the Lycan gods had stubbornly cemented themselves on separate sofas in her living room until she returned.
As the host, she had no other choice but to face the disaster waiting for her. Sitting among their mighty auras, she felt like a mouse that had been trapped by triplets cats on all sides. She could not look in any of their three directions otherwise she would fall victim of only being affectionate towards one, so it was safer to stare at the glass
