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 ...