“What is this place?” Tao asked, sweeping his fingers over the pristine white walls of the mansion located in the middle of no-where.   “Well, we’re still in the were-wolf kingdom.” Kris informed, queerly examining the ceiling as if something or someone was watching them intently like game pieces of a chessboard.   Tao frowned, “Whose house is this?”   “Mothers.” Realisation dawned on the two were-wolf nobles.    They exchanged perplexed looks, “Why would she bring us here?”   Kris shrugged. Whatever their mother was planning, he would be a patient little boy and await the answers.   Flopping onto the puffy, black sofa situated in the centre of the lounge room, Kris laid on his side, switching on the T.V.   Tao rolled his eyes, trudging towards Kris. He slumped onto a small chair beside the long one Kris occupied with his tall glory.   Tao and Kris were in midst of making their way to Chaeyoung’s funeral held 3 weeks after her death but instead, they were magically summoned into a foreign building that covered lots of land with high trees surrounding its location. The only reason they came up with the conclusion that it belonged to the Moon Goddess- their creator, were the glittery substance that coated some of the furniture and also her subtle scent hanging in the air.   There was only silence pulsing in the air. Even if Kris was watching T.V- he really wasn’t. Tao could tell his eyes just traced the outline of the T.V, his thoughts solely on Chaeyoung.   Tao sighed for the nth time. He didn’t want to attend her funeral. He didn’t want to believe his childhood friend was gone.    Laughter soon echoed in the mansion. Tao and Kris shared identical, baffled looks.    They immediately shot onto their feet, keeping their eyes fixed on the door.   When the door thumped open, the two nobles were greeted with 4 wolves.   Luhan, Lay, Xiumin and Chen.   The wolves halted before Kris and Tao, “Hi emo number 1 and 2!” Xiumin waved.   Kris faked a ‘joyous’ applause, “And hi to you too obese cheeks.”   Xiumin’s eyes narrowed caustically at Kris. “Ew, you wannabe Picasso. We all know you can’t dra-“   Luhan neatly pressed his hand over Xiumin’s mouth.   Everyone knew Kris was sensitive with his drawing skills.   Once, Lay had bluntly mistaken one of Kris masterpieces for belonging to the neighbour’s 3 years old daughter’s drawing collection. Kris had been standing behind him when Lay had said that, and let’s just say…….things didn’t go down well- especially for Lay.   “Anyways fellas.” Chen clapped his hand like a mad man to gain attention. “The main reason we’re gathered here on this beautiful day is-“   “Our mother has called us~” Luhan cooed, cutting Chen off who now had a frown cast on his face.   Tao couldn