Chapter 9 I'll Be His Breeder

　　After that fateful day, Elaine hardly saw Sherman and there was always a girl named Cheryl in her room to check on her body. 　　Cheryl told Elaine a lot about the rules of werewolf society. 　　"In short, you'd better not disobey Mr. Holmes. He doesn't take kindly to it," Cheryl said, winking at Elaine as she packed her medical kit. "There was a man who contradicted Mr. Holmes, and I never saw him again." 　　Cheryl was a lively and enthusiastic girl, with a healthy wheat-colored complexion and sparkling eyes. 　　She always had an energetic presence, like a little sun. During the few days of treatment, Elaine's body had recovered significantly, and she also felt a long-lost warmth from Cheryl. 　　"Thank you, Cheryl," Elaine said, flashing a genuine smile and arching her eyebrows. Cheryl looked at Elaine's bright purple eyes and couldn't help but freeze. 　　"What's wrong? Is there something on my face?" Elaine asked, puzzled. 　　"No, it's just that, your eyes remind me of someone," Cheryl smil