Omma

‘I want to go out.’ I told the she-wolf who I have figured out works as Luna’s Personal Secretary, governance, and mentor Momo as I pushed the plate away.

The sight of a little octopus wiggling makes my stomach churn. How can that abominable piece of shit be someone’s favourite? Not only are the wolves monsters walking on two legs in shifted forms, but they are also unbearable.

They eat animals alive!

Surely, Serpents like to feast on other animals too—mostly mice, and rat hunters. It is part of the ecosystem and functions accordingly. Nevertheless, none is swallowed alive. What’s the point in finding pleasure in someone’s agony? It’s unjustifiable in whatever way I could think of.

Get it away from me! Ella hisses her anguish.

I look up at Momo who looks around me with the eyes of a hawk. Her postures are rigid and disciplined. The stern glare (a permanent expression) clearly gives do-not-dare-mess-with-me-unless-you-want-your-bones-broken vibes. Her broad shoulder, built-up