REPEAT

Kaylin forced himself to calm down, but he couldn't help but wonder if the person who appeared was Frankie. Did he already know that he lived here? Had he followed her for many days? Did he know that she was pregnant? Thinking of this, her face became more and more pale.

Heather moved closer to her and said in a low voice, "You should be able to guess who that person is, right? He holds great importance in the Wolves and has a good relationship with you."

Kaylin nervously swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She clenched her trembling hand into a fist and stared intently at that face that looked like it was carved out of white jade. This face was ice-cold and clear, and there was a bit of killing intent.

"... Do you know Shire?" She thought of Westson's unusual schedule. He was a blood doctor who came out day and night—he was a vampire!

There was finally a hint of a smile on Heather's face. "Look at your face. There's no need to explain my identity."