Once outside, Cecelia was surprised by what she saw.

Damon, on the street, lifted a burly middle-aged man with one hand, his feet off the ground, dangling in midair.

Cecelia knew this man. He's Mike, the restaurant owner down the street, an American-born werewolf who escaped from his native pack and was taken in by the kind-hearted Jacques and Daisy.

Cecelia, Damon, and Mike are still friends because they have similar experiences. Why would Damon do this to him?

More and more people gathered to watch. They're whispering to each other in amazement at Damon's power as a thin teenager, and some of them had even pulled out their cell phones to take photos.

"Damon, what are you doing? Stop it!"

Damon slowly turned and looked at Cecelia.

When she made eye contact with Damon, Cecelia's heart almost stopped.

For a brief moment, Cecelia saw Damon's brown pupils turn red like fire.

Blood pupil... Like a nightmare, which entangled Cecelia for 17 years!

"Damon......"

Stunned, Cecelia opened her mouth, not knowing what to say. She was in such a panic that she could not squeeze a single word out of her throat.

Jacques couldn't take it anymore, and as the Alpha of Burgundy Pack, he must step up and maintain order.

"Damon, put Mike down." Jacques shouted. The power of the sound shook the houses along the street.

But Jacques' Alpha tone had no effect on Damon at all. He was still holding Mike in midair like a puppy.

Jacques looked surprised and confused.

"Damon, I want you to put Mike down!"

Jacques was serious this time. In an instant, the low voice broke the windows of the houses on either side. But Damon, he's still not moving!

This unexpected situation made Jacques feel the fear that he had not felt for a long time. With Damon's amazing abilities, if he stay in Burgundy Pack and the consequence will be hard to imagine...

Jacques didn't want to think about it anymore. All he had to do now was to bend Damon, if only for a moment.

"Damon, in the name of the Alpha of Burgundy Pack, I order you to put Mike down!"

Damon finally let go.

Like a sandbag, Mike was hit hard to the ground, but he didn't snort.

Jacques took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure.

Cecelia rushed to Damon's side, grabbed his hand, and asked, "Damon, why are you doing this to Mike? Do you realize that what you're doing is not only embarrassing Alpha, but also chilling everyone at Burgundy Pack? They are our important friends and family. Immediately explain why you did that, and apologize to Mike!"

Damon looked around at the crowd. Finally, his indifferent eyes stayed on the head of Mike who still collapsed on the ground.

"The people of Burgundy Pack are important friends and family for me. But he wasn't. He's been sent by Silver Moon Pack to sneak into Burgundy Pack!"

"What? !"

Damon's words were so unexpected. Cecelia, Jacques, and Daisy all cried out in surprise. And Mike, who collapsed to the ground, fell into an intriguing silence with scary face.

"Damon, what are you talking about?"

"Mother, do you know who taught me how to make eggs Benedict?"

Cecelia gave Mike a sideways look and asked, "Even if Mike taught you to cook an American dish, what does that mean? He was an American werewolf who escaped from the native Pack just like us!"

Damon slowly shook his head.

"It's not about American food. It's about what I said to him at the time. I told him I wanted to learn a dish that would make my mother happy. He tried to teach me how to make eggs Benedict without even thinking about it. Mom, who in Burgundy Pack knew you like eggs Benedict?"

Cecelia swallowed. This is indeed unusual. But among the werewolf Pack, any "spy" who infiltrates the Pack is considered an unpardonable traitor and can be executed. This is a heinous crime.

Cecelia has a good impression of Mike, and she doesn't want him to risk an undeserved injustice.

"Damon, I'm an American, born and raised, and I like eggs Benedict. Or is it just a coincidence, a tacit understanding between us Americans?"

"Mother, you are so kind. Or are you biased against Silver Moon Pack?"

Damon's words cut Cecelia's heart like a thorn.

"Damon, why would I favor Silver Moon Pack? Don't you know very well that I have nothing but loathing and hatred for that place?"

"Yes, I know it all too well. Ever since I knew about you being rejected by that damned bastard when I was four years old, I knew she would never plan on going back to Silver Moon Pack. That's why I hate this asshole so much. He had the audacity to sneak into Burgundy Pack and lie to my mother and me for years in an attempt to take away our hard-earned peace."

Damon looked at Mike with his eyes like fire and ice.

Cecelia looked at the hard side of his face, at the amber pupils that glimmered faintly red with blood, and felt an indescribable emotion.

She likes it, she worries about it, and she fears it.

Yes, very much so.

Not just the appearance, but the cold, aloof temperament, and the intimidating spirit that emanates from all over.

Damon and Nathan are the spitting image of one another, and no one would doubt that...

Damon reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a handful of crushed vanilla.

A faint fragrance wafted up Cecelia's nose.

Cecelia's heart tightened as she smelled the fragrance. Damon's judgment was right, she realized.

How's that? Mike actually is...

Cecelia looked at the silent Mike in fear, with mixed feelings in her heart.

"Mike gave me the vanilla himself and told me to use it. He said it was his own secret recipe, and that the eggs Benedict made from this herb would make her very happy. I just checked on Wolfbook and this vanilla, Wolf Incense, is unique to the Silver Moon Pack!"

Damon threw the Wolf Incense over Mike's head and he was so angry that he could have punched Mike. Luckily, Cecelia stopped just in time.

"Damon, it's just some kind of vanilla. Silver Moon Pack never said they weren't selling Wolf Incense!"

Jacques and Daisy nodded and thought Cecelia had a point.

"Mother..."

Damon gritted his teeth, blushed slightly, and stuck his hand in his trouser pocket.

"Damon, do you have any proof?"

Cecelia asked tentatively.

Damon stared at Cecelia.

Jacques jumped to his feet and ordered, "All right. That's the end of it! Damon, apologize to Mike."

"What?"

Damon's eyes widened and his face reddened.

"Alpha, he's really an evil spy!"

"Damon, you have no proof!"

"Who says I haven't? !"

Infuriated, Damon pulled his hand out of his pocket and shoot Mike.

Stacks of photographs were scattered like snow in the air.

Jacques, Daisy, and Cecelia each picked up a few photos to check. Their mouths were open when they saw the photos at the first look.

All the pictures -- they're candid shots of Cecelia!

There are intimate photos of Cecelia in her home and even her bare back in the bath.

"This...... Is this?"

Cecelia was too surprised to say a whole word.

Damon said, "I found these photos in Mike's room."

"Mike, you......" Cecelia gasped. "Are you following me? !"

Mike gave a wry smile.

Damon ruffled his hair. "Mom, look at the back of the picture," he said impatiently.

Cecelia followed suit with Jacques and Daisy, only to discover that the back of the photo was filled with numbers.

Even though the numbers don't make sense, it's not hard to guess that it's a code. Cecelia randomly picked up another photo and looked at the back, also with the password. Her scalp went numb. She picked up the second, the third, the fourth...

Behind all the photos, there are passwords of varying lengths.

Damon snorted. "If Mike were just a stalker, he wouldn't have to come up with such a complicated code. The only reason is that, he was telling someone about his mother! Mike, you shameless spy, what else do you have to say?"

Mike laughed miserably and shook his head slowly.

That's it. It's all plain as day.

Cecelia sighed and looked away from Mike's face.

Jacques and Daisy, lion-faced, sank into silence.

"Good. You admitted it. Then the next thing you know, it's time to confess. Who sent you? What is the purpose? Is... Is it your bastard Alpha of Silver Moon Pack, Nathan?"

When Damon called out Nathan's name, Cecelia was overwhelmed with inexplicable mixed emotions.

Every word out of Damon's mouth carried an authority that belied his age.

Jacques sighed, "Damon, take Mike, and we'll solve this in your cafe!"