Chapter 51: Scenting Ceremony

A brown-haired werewolf stepped forward, arrogance in every line of his posture. He gave a crude thrust of his hips and sneered, "Perhaps someone should give her a taste of the real deal! Maybe then, she’d know the difference."

The moment he made a move toward Violet, she retreated, realizing the the situation was escalating dangerously.

However, Violet shouldn’t have bothered, because a low, dangerous growl from, shockingly, both Asher and Griffin.

The brown-haired werewolf’s smug expression drained of color, his cockiness dissolving in an instant. He froze, then stepped back sheepishly, visibly trembling with fear.

However, everyone was now staring not just at Asher, but mostly at Griffin in surprise. After all, Asher was known to be defensive of the purple-haired girl, not Griffin.

Even Griffin seemed taken aback by his own instinctive response. His brows furrowed slightly, as though questioning himself. But his hesitation was brief, and his expression shifted into something cool and composed.

"Let’s get this over with." He said.

And then, right before Violet’s eyes, Griffin began to shift, bones cracking and muscles ripping as he started transforming into his wolf form.

However, Griffin’s transformation seemed to be the cue, as every single werewolf in the arena began to shift, the sound of several bones cracking and grunts almost grotesque. Violet nearly became light-headed seeing so many shifts happening at once, especially since this was her first face-to-face encounter.

As expected, Griffin was the first wolf to finish shifting, and Violet forgot how to breathe as she saw the huge, red-coated, ferocious-looking wolf. Its eyes were warm amber, and from the intelligence in them, Violet could tell this was both monster and beast.

seemed that even in wolf form, Asher’s eyes remained the same, and it was honestly

a doubt, Violet knew that was Roman Draven. How a green-colored wolf was possible, Violet had no

most beautiful snow-white wolf Violet

Alaric Storm.

under the sunlight like

vision of elegance and ferocity

Alaric had a knack for stealing her breath away. But at the same time, human or animal, those blue eyes seemed to want to

had a

ground. The impact knocked the air from her lungs as

before her eyes. She was face-to-face with the beast’s razor-sharp teeth, their proximity too close for comfort. Her instincts screamed at her to move, but fear paralyzed her. Instead, she shut her eyes tightly, bracing herself for the inevitable pain of her

cold, wet, and sticky dragging across her face. Her eyes flew open in shock, only to be met with the sight of Alaric’s massive tongue eagerly licking her face, leaving a

Violet tried to process what was happening, but before she could

of predators, began closing in, tongues out and eyes gleaming with mischief. Violet’s heart dropped as

as the first wolf’s rough tongue

wet noses pressing into her skin as

of amusement from the human onlookers who found her predicament far

her, and Violet tried to push the wolves away, but her hands faltered at the sight of their sharp teeth

aggression, and Violet’s heart raced as adrenaline surged through her veins. Despite their antics, they never actually hurt her. If anything, the sensations were more disorienting than

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