“Madam Uniko… forgive me, I…”
The hybrid delegate raised her hand, stopping Clarisse’s stammering as she said, “Please, just call me Uniko. The Hybrids don’t really have an elected leader, as we are all scattered in different places all over the continent, surviving in the shadows.”
“Uniko,” Clarisse said, familiarizing herself with the woman’s name. “It is an honor to host you here.”
“As is the pleasure to have finally met you,” Uniko smiled, “Jerry has spoken of you greatly.”
Jerry!
Clarisse almost forgot that Jerry was actually a hybrid if not for Uniko mentioning his name. But, why was she approaching her out of all the werewolves in the room? Shouldn’t she be with Crown Prince Luke and Princess Erina?
‘Come to think of it, I haven’t seen King Nil of the Foxes and his court.’
“What has Jerry spoken to you about, Uniko?” Clarisse curiously asked.
