"Yvette!" the main butler, a werewolf bearing the name Forir Dixonback growled at me, huffing softly. He wore a black leather collar around his neck, a sign of his servitude. Dark, curly hair and ears sprouted from his head, and his two bottom canines stuck up over his front lip. "Where have you been?!"

"None of your business, Forir!" Yvette hissed back, shaking her head so a pair of her own ears, fox ones, sprouted from under her luscious ginger locks. The werewolf let out a deep growl, sounding vicious, and extremely agitated.

"Your mother came back almost forty-five minutes ago!"

"She can eat rats dung for all I care!" Yvette stood in front of the butler, about his height. Perspiration formed on his forehead and ran down his face. She knew he was going to back down.

"W-well, Lord Nigel wants to see you." Forir murmured, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks began to become red. Yvette nodded, backing down from Forir. She quickly grabbed his hands, making him look up.

"Sorry for being rude. You, and everyone else here, are my only friends. I'm just in a mood today. My mum annoyed me, and y'know. Being bound to the house. And the schooling..." Yvette trailed off, letting a soft sigh escape her lips. Forir nodded softly, and embraced Yvette, the smell of dog hair, and faint cologne filled her senses.

"I understand, and forgive you. Now, let's start over... Yvette, Lord Nigel needs you in his study, okay?" Forir let go of Yvette, who was now smiling, and nodded softly.

"Okay. I'll see you later?" She inquired, him replying with a nod. Quickly, Yvette went inside, looking around, and her mood dropping again.

The inside of the House of Nigel was dull. The main colour aesthetic was black, maroon, and grey. Not even white. Grey. Maids and other butlers scurried around, dusting and cleaning.

"Lady Yvette. Lord Nigel-" A small girl started, but Yvette raised her hand to silence her.

"Forir told me. I'm going." Yvette made her way up the stairs at the front of the room, which looped around, and then went upwards. She strolled down a long, dreary hallway, with many, many doors. She strolled until she stopped in front of one labeled 'study'. Her breath caught in her throat. "You can do this." She thought, her fist shakily raising upwards.

Knock, Knock, Knock

Those three knocks resounded through the hallway, and from behind the door, the shuffling of papers was heard. Yvette backed away from the door, and moments later it opened.

"Ah, Yvette. Come in, I was just getting ready for you."