FORTY-SEVEN.

Those affectionate eyes of hers trailed after his figure, which was headed for a crimson-red Ferrari. Though it wasn't that late in the day, nightfall was already approaching, so one wondered where in hell's name the beta headed.

Curiously, Marianna watched on as he slid into the comfort of the car then shortly after, it drove out of the Palace. Her eyes were pinned on the driving car until it sped out of her sight before a grin crept up that lipstick-covered lips of hers.

After Andrew acted so insensitive to her kind gestures during the early hours of the day, the she-wolf for a model spent the rest of her days indoors. Her best friend and the sole person she related to Rita, had left the Palace during the early hours of the day.

Marianna might act indifferent, but she genuinely cared about Rita's welfare and her unknown whereabouts. Neither of them was birthed in this Pack, nor do they have any vast knowledge about the Pack's places.

So yes, it was somewhat strange and suspicious of