Chapter 85: Party (3)

Honestly, the people or species called werewolves have to have their vocabulary changed as it seems like we both speak different English, or maybe I am the one getting them wrong, but one thing is certain, what they meant by concoction wasn't a concoction at all, in fact, if anything, it is the direct opposite.

What they had me drink tasted like fresh juice and I was grateful for that but when it came to me bathing, goodness, I didn't expect full milk, like pure milk with all sorts of scented leaves inside of it, if anything, it was a royalty bathe, my goodness, they could have just said they wanted me to taste and look better for my mate because when a drop of the bathe water mistakenly dropped in my mouth, which was accidental of course, I could swear it tasted better than the drink I took