The young and handsome man, who didn't lose Larkin at all, sat quietly on the sofa, and Kuy froze for a moment, when did he come.

"We admit that it was my fault before. Only now Angel has her better home, your Excellency is just an alien werewolf .... If she is allowed to follow you in the future, she is destined to leave Minneapolis ...."

Kuy felt the faint appearance of oppression in the air, the oppression of bloodlines.

"Tomorrow's reception, your Red Moon tribe, don't you want to attend?"

Jarred did not answer this question of hers positively, but asked another question in turn.

"That investment reception tomorrow,...