50. "Harsh Reality of Being Abandoned"

Griffin’s POV

While waiting for Olive to finish preparing, I received a call from my lackey.

[“Lycan Griffin, we found information about Olive’s grandmother. We will send you the address.”]

“Good. I’ll visit him after attending the ceremony.” I spoke before hanging up the call. At the same time, Olive emerged from her room, adorned in the exquisite dress that I had thoughtfully selected for her.

The garment, a delicate shade of peach, harmoniously complemented her ethereal fair complexion, enhancing her natural radiance.

Her dark hair, usually styled in an elegant updo, flowed freely down her back like a starry night sky.

A subtle touch of makeup graced her flawless visage, accentuating her captivating features. Despite her tender age of seventeen, the silhouette of the dress gracefully embraced the maturity of her physique, exuding an air of sophistication and poise.

‘She grew up so beautiful. And she seemed tasty too,’ My wolf, Chaylen, couldn't resist making a snide remark. But I r