Third Person's POV
Others might not know, but Priscilla was well aware that Lance planned to bond with Adelaide.
"Eternal Night Lone Wolf?"
Isn't this indirectly cursing Lance to an early death?
Though intimidated by Madison, Priscilla couldn't help but question indignantly.
Madison's gaze turned cold, her wolf-head ring striking the table with a grating sound, "Priscilla, you don't even know the truth. What are you blabbering about? Did you see me give Airella the silver wolf-head statue?"
Priscilla's neck gland sweated coldly from panic. She instinctively glanced at Adelaide.
The silver-blue gleam in her wolf eyes, like the fangs of an ice-plain wolf, choked back her retort.
Madison shifted her glare to Adelaide, her pheromones erupting in sulfur-tinged fury. "I have no beef with
