Shawn shook his head, pretending to be helpless. “You are still the same as before. You’re not only good at lying but also impenitent. Even the distinguished Miss Quinn has already testify against you. What else do you have to defend yourself?”
“That’s nonsense!”
An extremely irritable voice rang out outside the hall.
Then Harry rushed in with his flamboyant hair. “I’m the son of the Alpha of Sunset Pack. Can my words count?”
Then from the crowd, there came a more irritable voice than Harry’s. “Damn! What are you doing here? Do you think this is a place you can break into?”
The voice came from a burly man. He almost took off his shoe and threw it at Harry. But he was stopped by the person next to him.
Harry stood beside me, slightly trembling. He looked so anxious as he tugged at my sleeve. “That’s my father…”
“I’ve figured it out,” I whispered to him. Not only their hairstyle but also their temper were the same. It was only that Harry was a little softer than his father.
“Your father is a little fierce,” Flora said in a low voice, shrinking her head in fear. “Fortunately, you only inherit one-third of his hot temper.”
“Come over here!” Harry’s father shouted.
“Control your temper. The lycan king is looking at you,” whispered the man next to him. These words forced Harry’s father to fall silent.
Harry didn’t dare to look at his father the whole time. He plucked up his courage and shifted his steps towards the lycan king. He then said, “Your Majesty, please know the truth first. Sylvia is an excellent student, and that’s enough for her to be qualified for the military academy. She is also very sincere and friendly to everyone in private. She is not what the rumors say about her at all. You can’t convict her just because some villains slander her with made-up stories. I also firmly believe that Sylvia is innocent. What’s wrong with listening to her own heart?”
Leonard’s POV
I eyed the slave warily.
Once upon a time, I was betrayed by a slave in my pack. It was in the middle of a war. My pack had spent days preparing for this battle. But on the night before we set out, a slave had snuck out and leaked our strategy to the enemy. They then trapped us in a valley and started a fire. The fire ravaged for a whole day, and the smell of scorched flesh never left my nose. I was lucky enough to survive that horrific night, but I didn’t come out unscathed.
Ever since then, the condition of my body had just kept deteriorating. I could do nothing but watch as my strength and power slowly degraded.
This was why I hated traitorous slaves.
Unfortunately for this Sylvia, she wasn’t only the daughter of a traitor, but also a slave. The fierce stubbornness on her face irritated me even more.
But what I couldn’t understand was why the two kids insisted on protecting this slave-one of which was even the sole son of the Sunset Pack’s Alpha Martin.
Just then, Martin’s voice sounded. He was cursing at his son angrily.
“Fuck it! I’m teaching him a lesson when I get back!” The more he spoke, the angrier he became. He began to pull at his hair madly.
I couldn’t bear to watch this since the hair on his head was scarce enough as it was. If he continued to pull at the remaining strands, he would probably go bald sooner than later.
I had half a mind to stop him, but on second thought, I figured it wouldn’t be a good idea. After all, Martin was a hot-tempered werewolf. If I didn’t let him vent his anger here and now, it would only be a matter of time before he exploded in the future.
I had known Martin ever since we were young. He hadn’t changed at all over the years. It turned out his son grew up to be as imprudent as him.
After Harry broke into the hall, Beta Owen, who was standing next to me, dropped his poker face and smiled smugly.
I could tell that he was gloating. He was usually expressionless, unbothered by most things. Martin was one of the few people who could affect his mood.
The two had been at odds since as far as I could remember. When they went to the military school together, they often got into fights.
Owen, who had always been cold and arrogant, couldn’t ever seem to stay calm whenever Martin was around. Thankfully, whenever Martin would find himself losing against Owen, he would initiate a compromise between them. But this only bought him time. The two would always resume fighting another day.
So this was the history between Alpha Martin and Beta Owen. Rarely could they ever hold a decent conversation without exploding at each other.
Sure enough, now that Martin was at a loss, Owen couldn’t help but sneer after keeping silent for a long time.
“What an amazing son you have. Not only is he brash, he’s also prone to making mistakes,” Owen said in a voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn’t sound like a serious and authoritative superior at all.
“Watch your mouth!” Martin shot Owen a murderous glare. “Do you seriously think that I won’t hit you just because there are so many people around?”
“It’s no wonder your son behaves like that. His father is so impulsive. He must’ve learned it from you,” Owen snorted arrogantly.
Back then, Owen always beat Martin. Fighting wasn’t Martin’s strong suit.
Martin was speechless. Seething with rage, he stomped his foot and turned his head away from the infuriating Owen.
Truth be told, I felt relieved to see Martin respond like this. He finally knew his own strength. When he was young, he would charge into a fight stubbornly despite knowing he couldn’t win. In the end, he would be beaten to a pulp, crying and in need of comfort.
“Like father, like son. You should feel ashamed that your son sided with a slave. Warren would never do such a thing.” Owen added even though he had already gained the upper hand.
However, just as soon as he finished speaking, Warren burst into the hall and shouted, “I, the son of the Silver Moon Pack’s Beta, also want to prove Sylvia’s innocence!”
Leonard’s POV
Martin couldn’t help but burst into giggles. Then he raised his eyebrows at Owen, his eyes flashing viciously. “What an excellent child you have. He would never do such a thing, you say?”
Owen’s face immediately darkened. “Warren! What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“He’s doing something excellent of course!” Martin cried, trying hard to stifle his laughter. But his body betrayed him, trembling like a leaf in silent giggles. “Compared to my child, your son is absolutely amazing.”
The hall was in such chaotic noise that my head started to pound. I pressed my fingers against my temples helplessly. How could these two grown-up male wolves be more noisy than teenaged she-wolves?
“Warren, come here right this instant!” Owen growled at his son.
But Warren, who had always been respectful and obedient towards his father, didn’t listen to him this time.
Well, well, well. I raised my eyebrows curiously. The scene unfolding before me just kept getting more and more interesting.
“Warren!” Owen was so anxious that his face turned as red as a tomato.
Warren paused for a moment, as though he had finally heard his father’s voice calling him. But he didn’t turn his head to look at Owen. Instead, he walked resolutely towards Sylvia.
“I can guarantee that Sylvia is not the kind of person you’ve painted her to be. She’s not frivolous, nor is she evil. Her kindness and sense of justice are obvious to all. If you have any prejudice against her background, you should know that no one can choose where he or she came from. The only thing we can do is to strive hard to take the right path.”
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