Bitter Tongue [2]

They were led to quite the sightly Manor. Although it was easy to take note that it was not nearly as big as Duke Constantine Rousseau's Villa, it was still all too glamorous for Elizabeth.

There were rolls of flowers that led up to the large, black gate of the house.

Two men stood in front of the mansion. Elizabeth's stream blue eyes eyed the sigil printed on the chest of the armor. A red shark fighting for dominance with white one.

These men were odd. They were aloof, and menacing, but Elizabeth could still tell that they were not Werewolves perhaps just highly trained individuals.

"Come, Please." Said Oliver already walking towards the Manor.

The men descended their eyes down on Oliver in front of them. "37. Welcome back, the butler seeks your presence." The man with black pupils said to Oliver.

Had it not been for spending too much time with high ranking Werewolves Elizabeth would have shuddered.

Oliver nodded. "Come, Sir and Madam."

"Wait…. Who do you have with you?" The guard w