Adelaide's POV
I knew Clarissa, as the former Lycan Luna, wouldn't wait for me to report everything.
Since she intended to look out for me, she must have someone monitoring Priscilla's actions. So, she'd surely aware of what happened.
Beata and I guzzled honey-orange cold drinks, ignoring Clarissa's uncontrollable laughter.
We'd been so thirsty on our detour that we just wanted to soothe our throats.
After finishing, I said, "Actually, Priscilla's not that hard to deal with." At least she's more straightforward than some.
"Hard to deal with? You must be talking about my sister," Clarissa's arctic wolf pheromones spread with amusement, shaking frost from the crystal chandelier.
Her fingers brushed the gilded wolf-head teacup, and I caught a glimpse of my silver-tipped ears in the cup
