Gosh! How could I be so blind?

She looked at Grandma, who fainted from shock.

Marcielle facepalmed. How could I mistake a wolf for Grandma?

She wrinkled her nose at the unidentifiable partially-digested bits sloshing around them.

"Help!"

No one answered. Marcielle didn't know how much time had passed, but her body slowly became numb. The stomach acid was digesting her.

Suddenly, she heard a tearing sound. Pure relief filled her when she saw the familiar brown eyes of Hunter Marcus.

After being freed, the Wolf kept snoring.

Her eyes hardened. She looked Marcus in the eyes.

"Let's drown him."