Just her

London: I looked down at the little wolf on the floor with pieces of broken ceramic in her hands. The look of shock and fear on her face made me squint my eyes. I eyed the knocked-down stool and the pieces in her hands, and my right eye twitched as I finally took in the scene before me. I can't believe she broke a fucking expensive vase. I pinned her with a blank stare, demanding an explanation before my expression switched to that of rage. "A-alpha, I was just..." I noticed the trolley by a corner and raised a brow. If she had breakfast ready, why didn't she bring it into my room? Her eyes flitted around while her fingers pressed her bleeding left palm. She gently rose to her feet, and I saw a patch of blood forming on her stomach. Who injured her? Her hair was in a messy bun, and her gray gown flayed at her knees. She bit her lip while taking a slow exhale. I noticed from how jumpy she was, her ability to immediately go into hyperventilation, her shaky hands, and her quiet eyes that