Third Person’s POV

Mrs. Voss glanced at Wanda and Sabrina, her brow furrowing in confusion. “What does this have to do with Miss Davidson? Craig’s visited the Frostfang Pack, announced a showcase of his paintings from the Bloodscar Border. Everyone’s scrambling to attend–even Lycan Erasmus was there when I left.”

“What? Craig’s at the Frostfang Pack? Hosting an art exhibition?”

Several art–savvy ladies stood up, cager to rush over.

Madison and Wanda’s faces fell.

Madison had always pretended to be a lover of art. She once nearly acquired one of Mr. Neil’s paintings, but she dramatically tore it up in public, leading to widespread ridicule.

This embarrassing incident left her with a deep–seated resentment toward Craig.

Her pretense of artistic love was just that–a pretense. She neither understood nor truly appreciated art.

Sabrina retreated to a corner, abashed and silent, simmering with envy, “Why did Adelaide have such a prestigious friend?”

Madison and Wanda were left speechless. Their earlier jeers at Adelaide now rang hollow.

Even Lycan Erasmus and President Cyrus had graced the Frostfang Pack’s event–what a spectacle they’d missed by gossiping here!

They were hiding here and mocking Adelaide, which was really petty.

Skye’s expression shifted from embarrassment to forced smiles to palpable

and Wanda’s derogatory remarks, many

in a sour mood. She’d been annoyed by the gossip and

planned outfit changes for the event no longer tempted

ladies could hardly sit still, itching to witness the Frostfang

mates there, crashing the party seemed harmless

gasped, slapping her

me to bring a painting

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oil painting,” she explained, “is one of Mr. Neil’s masterpieces, crafted with multi–layer glazing. The snowy peaks are built with thick titanium white, textured with palette–knife strokes. The sunlight piercing through clouds is painted with transparent golden yellow, creating an amber glow

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should’ve reminded me!

crowd gathered as the painting

Omega Susic, who then passed it on to

with

layered textures–carthy rocks painted with thick coats of burnt umber and ivory black, their rugged strokes outlining

mixed with cobalt blue created a heavy–snow effect

beam in the upper–right corner, painted with gold powder and varnish, shimmered like

Mr. Neil’s palette–knife

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