Chapter 460

Third Person's POV

Cleo spoke through tears, her honeysuckle pheromones swirling into a sharp vortex.

She stepped closer, her damp skirt brushing Cyril's boots. "I don't care. What reputation do I have left? You must have heard about the Crimsonmoon Pack—I joined a terrible place."

"Cyril, this is all you owe me. If you weren't dead, why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.

"Even after dissolving ou