MYO-2508: Taavi 'Sour Grape'

Wolfsbane was not late. And he wasn’t going to be late.  How could he be considered ‘late’ if the ball was being held in his own home?  The sounds of live music and the distant rumbling of chatter f...

Wolfsbane scowled as he exited the bathroom of his private quarters. One of the staff had drawn the curtains back, so the early morning light streamed into the room. Was Wolf mostly awake from his morning self care routine? Yes… But that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.  At least the meal set out for him looked good; a few pieces of freshly baked bread to go with a creamy soup that smelled almost smoky. T...