"What are you doing here?" Art's voice became cold immediately.
"Why am I here?" Salt Mother laughed loudly. "You are really something. I haven't settled scores with your mate; don't expect me to leave it like that."
"Oh… you found out," Liam commented with a bored expression. "My mate with her warm heart cooked for you, but I tampered with it. You don't deserve to eat whatever she cooks," he snapped, his gaze cold and emotionless.
Salt Mother looked at Liam, and for a brief moment, a shocked expression crossed her face. "Why does he look like he has changed? Also, didn't my son say he can't transform again? How did he manage to transform?" she thought. "So, you were the one who made me a joke among my tribe's children!" she exclaimed, her head slightly expanding in anger.
Liam rolled his eyes. "You're just giving off a stinking odor, but look fine already. I'm not satisfied," he shook his head.
