Third Person's POV
Adelaide looked at his dazed expression and decided to be direct, "If it's convenient for you, Alpha Lance, please pass on this message to Lycan Erasmus—I have no interest in the royal priesthood."
Lance stared at the silver moon grass earrings on her ears, and a hoarse howl rumbled in his throat, "You regard both of us as family?"
His tailbone, under the armor, twitched uneasily—a instinctive reaction when a werewolf's sore spot was touched.
"Yes," Adelaide straightened the wolf totem on her cloak.
She thought she had made her stance clear to both Lycan Luna and Lance, so Lycan Erasmus should understand her intentions by now.
She said, "I won't disturb you anymore, Alpha Lance. I'll take my leave."
Lance watched the silver-blue cape flutter as she turned around.
