Chapter 292

Third Person's POV

Giselle gripped Valerica's wrist tightly, glancing outside, her breathing labored.

The ashen wolf fur at the back of her neck brushed against the silver bracelet on Valerica's wrist. Cedar pheromones mixed with a shuddering tone, "Listen to me, Malachi's no good. He and Vivienne have been scheming secretly for years."

Valerica's moon mark blazed hot at the nape of her neck. S