"Ambrose, should we speak with the Centaurs again now that Edwin has found his mate?" Aurora asked, swirling the red thick liquid in a glass elegantly.
Ambrose sighed, his brows were knitted in the middle of his forehead. "I was actually considering the same thing but I am not sure about how Alita is going to react to this. She too must have gotten the news by now."
Aurora nodded her head. "But she has already cleared that the Centaurs are not going to interfere until the actual war starts."
"We cannot pressurise or blackmail her for an alliance because they are Centaurs and we will be damned if they chose to side with the werewolves," Ambrose said, then pursed his lips.
Aurora scoffed. "I bet Alita would never shake hands with Edwin. And even if she thinks about it then her people would never allow her for that. They are still not over the past. So we do not need to worry about that." She sipped the blood with a smirk on her face.
