Chapter Thirty Two: Cost Him His Life

Dolph groaned and turned to the other side of the bed, muttering incoherent words. It was obvious he was displeased with the breaking of the day and he just wished for the night to go on. Not that he needed the sleep anyways, he was a werewolf, he didn't need much sleep like mere humans.

But he loved the luxury.

He sat up and sighed heavily, the sun cast it's warm rays on his face and it lightened his dark hair, making it shine even more beautifully. He roughly patted his messy hair and got off the bed, making his way to the shower.

Less than fifteen minutes later, he was all dressed up in a blue tuxedo and black shoes. He studied himself for a brief moment in the mirror and after he was sure he looked good, he picked the suitcase on his bed and went out of his room.

"Good morning brother!" An over enthusiastic voice greeted him and he turned to her with a smile "Hey Irene, how was your night?" He asked as he stopped to her level.