As soon as his mother and her people were gone, Griffon looked
at Frank, who’d been standing quietly in the corner. “Get a doctor for Stella.”
Frank nodded and hurried out of the room.
Stella struggled to look at Griffon. “I’m sorry, Alpha…”
“It’s not your fault,” he said in a gentle manner that he didn’t usually show.
But his eyes weren’t gentle in the slightest. The darker it got outside, the deeper the hatred in his eyes.
It was not until Frank came in with the doctor that he got up and
left.
He opened a locked drawer in his study and took out a golden bronze mask and a set of ink and brushes.
He picked up the brush and traced the shape of the green dragon stroke by stroke…
After that, he picked up his phone and made a call.
The other party quickly answered and ask
