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?”

her grandfather she’d spend the holidays at the Sinclair

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

“Grandpa!” Winona protested.

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

ruin even the best mood. As she walked away,

Christmas had only been temporary; the rot at the core of this household had never

Winona turned to her brother across the table. “Tessa’s up in the clouds now, she doesn’t care about

and fork, his eyes flickering with hesitation. He wanted to say something, but the words wouldn’t

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

had set, and

stayed in her room and didn’t come out again. As

396 Sinclair Family Needs a

herself, she opened her laptop and tried to focus

scent of pine—his pheromones–drifted in

outside her window, the familiar

three hours before midnight. Landon had already come for her, even earlier than she had

if sensing her gaze, Landon stepped out of the car and looked

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