Viscount

Was that Melody?

I blinked once. Twice and thrice but nothing changed. The person standing before me remained the same.

Melody was standing before me as a wolf. A white wolf.

My supposed wolfless daughter is a white wolf. The goddess' incarnate.

How did that happen?

Wasn't she supposed to be useless and wolfless?

I stared wide-eyed at Melody as she displayed her strength and anger.

From the day of her birth to this moment. I have always been mad at her even though the poor child ...