Chapter 33: Cain.

Adelaide tries and fails to get into the pants, her foot hanging in mid-air and the other one failing to keep her balanced and making her hop around instead.

Her cheeks are flaming hot and I suspect it's because she's changing in front of me, but that isn't helping me scoff internally any less than I already am.

"Lyros will be disappointed if you walk out to meet him half naked and I assure you, pants or no pants, you WILL step out of that door in the next two minutes."

She pales and struggles to get into the leather pants in one last burst of energy. I let the seconds tick down in my mind and try to arrange some other things in the landscape of my imagination.

It's been two days since the address Lyros gave the warriors. The one that made his intention of starting a war with the werewolves known. Personally, I don't think the werewolves stand a chance, especially if they're all like this one here.

But the Lycan king of the north alone cannot subdue the whole werewolf race here behind