The Apocalyptic Queen's Werewolf Journey (Thora and Darius) novel Chapter 213

Chapter 213 Laurel Has a Plan B

Thora walked straight to the seating area beneath the stage where Norman stood. She sat down without hesitation, taking up space like she owned it.

Harvey and Tristan stood behind her like two silent reapers guarding a demon king.

Shirley, however, didn’t bother acting serious at all. She chewed gum and looked around with a bright, playful smile.

Thora had planned to come alone, but these three insisted on tagging along. Since she didn’t feel like arguing, she brought them with her.

From the moment Thora appeared, both families never took their eyes off her.

Norman’s gaze locked onto the rank badges on her uniform, almost burning a hole through them.

Laurel instinctively stepped back and nearly tripped.

Thora’s arrival lit up the entire hall.

Silverleaf Pack actually had someone this young and already a high-ranking officer?!

The room shifted instantly. People began reevaluating the Silverleaf Pack power and imagining what that rise meant for them. Some were already thinking about how to get closer to this powerful pack.

Caleb couldn’t stop staring. His eyes followed Thora every time she moved. He stood frozen in place like someone had unplugged his brain.

Tonight, Thora was too dazzling, and it was impossible to look away.

Hazel’s shock and fear slowly twisted into jealousy and resentment. Especially when she turned to Caleb for comfort, only to find him completely mesmerized by Thora. Her anger flared even hotter.

She yanked her arm out of Caleb’s grip and hissed, “What are you looking at?”

Caleb simply frowned. He didn’t reach for her again. And his gaze drifted right back to Thora.

Norman never imagined Thora would return, much less like this.

He couldn’t help but yell, “Why are you here?!”

Thora let out a cool and sharp smile. “I’m a Green. Why wouldn’t I be here?”

She didn’t say she was here for Hazel’s ceremony. Only hat she came because she was part of the family.

“You brat!”

Norman glared at Thora, but when he saw her calm expression and the deadly looks from the men behind her. He suddenly couldn’t get another word out.

Thora hadn’t intended to ruin the ceremony. So, she simply said, cold and flat, “Go on.” It wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order; no one dared to argue with.

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