Love the Wolfless Power Girl at First Sight

Chapter 396 Sinclair Family Needs a Timeout

“Grandpa, I’m not. Tessa said stubbornly. “The coming–of–age ceremony… it’s just a regular birthday to

But the tips of her cars were so red, they looked like they could bleed.

Walter simply smiled at her with loving patience.

“Mr. Thorne’s throwing you a coming–of–age ceremony? Where’s it happening? I want to go too, Winona asked, voice laced with envy.

Landon personally organizing Tessa’s ceremony meant it would be a grand affair–probably even attended by high–ranking werewolves from the Nightshade Pack.

She could no longer paint, which had been one possible route into noble werewolf society. Now, the only option left was finding another way to get close to high–ranking wolves.

Tessa let out a cold snort. “And why would you want to go? To ruin my night?”

“You!” Winona clenched her napkin, nails digging into her palm. “We’re family, aren’t we? You’ve gotten close to Mr. Thorne now–can’t you help your brother and me out a little?”

“Help?” Tessa arched a brow; her knife and fork scraped sharply against the porcelain plate. “When I was exiled from the Sinclair family–cast out by the Frostmoon Pack–did either of you help me then? And now you remember we’re related?”

holidays at the Sinclair estate with him, she wouldn’t be living here at

unhappy glance in her direction. “All that time you spent in the lower–rank training camp, and you’ve learned nothing. From now on, every holiday, you’ll go back there for training–until the word social climbing is no longer

“Grandpa!” Winona protested.

I’m going upstairs,” Tessa said as she set

best mood. As she walked away, Walter followed suit,

Christmas had only been temporary; the rot at the core of

table. “Tessa’s up in

head, fiddling with his knife and fork, his eyes flickering with hesitation. He wanted to

right to ask Tessa to put in a good word for him with Lord Landon–but he couldn’t stop hoping. If he could use Landon’s authority to

set, and

room and didn’t come out again. As the sky darkened, her heart rate

Family Needs a

her laptop and tried to focus on

the faint scent of pine—his pheromones–drifted in with

at once; outside her window, the familiar black

was 9 PM, three hours before midnight. Landon had already come for her, even earlier than

the car and looked up directly at