Catherine's POV
I squatted in the bushes, and the werewolf's excellent eyesight allowed me to see clearly what was happening by the lake.
I watched Lancaster whistle with my own eyes. This high-pitched sound can not only control the Bone Wolves, but also appears to be mentally offensive to a particular person.
Delia was barely hanging on, and I watched her cower in the boat.
If it hadn't been for me and Lancaster, she'd be in a boat right now heading to the Moon Goddess Palace to complete the trials.
Alas, Lancaster would not let her succeed.
He has some bad taste. He loves to see his prey trapped and miserable.
What a perverted hobby, I sneered.
Just as I was about to break Lancaster's sickening whistle, Delia plunged like a white fish into the water.
Oh? Did she kill herself because she couldn't stand the pain? My eyebrows twitched and I paused.
