I cursed inwardly as Sandra chose to call me at this very moment. But now, it was too late to say anything. I saw the two werewolves closing in on me, following the sound. I gritted my teeth and bolted toward the exit. "Grab her!" a voice from behind shouted. I ran out of breath, pushing forward toward where Sandra had parked. "Get in!" I reached the car and yanked the door open, diving into the seat. Sandra turned to look at me, still confused. "What's going on?" "Drive! We need to go now!" I yelled, my chest heaving from panic. The driver immediately started the engine, and I leaned out of the window, looking back. When I saw no cars or werewolves chasing us, I finally let out a breath of relief. "What's going on? Why the panic?" Sandra asked, his brow furrowed. I caught my breath and quickly told her everything that had just happened. Wait, what if they saw me? I suddenly thought of it and my face went pale. Each celebrity's van was different, and even if they didn't see me, they could have recognized the car and tracked me down. My palms were slick with cold sweat. "Did you see what they looked like?" Sandra asked, her voice urgent. "No," I sighed, rubbing my face and forcing a bitter smile. "But I'd probably recognize them if I heard their voices again." Sandra looked serious, but then her hand landed on my shoulder in a reassuring pat. "I'll tell Ms. Sinclair about this. Don't worry." Rosaline's POV: At Moonlight Bar, I sat next to Caden, keeping a calm expression, but my attention kept drifting to the distant scene of witch's stone betting. Meanwhile, Caden had already started talking to Jack."Mr. Holbrook, we've kept our distance all this time, and you've already secured that plot of land. Why not just let me take it over?" Jack said, his smile warm, but there was a dangerous edge in his eyes. Caden undisturbed, leaned back in his seat, arms crossed over his chest. "I'm a businessman, and businessmen go where the profits are. You know that, don't you, Mr. Horton?" At this, I recalled what Caden had previously mentioned. Ever since Jack became the heir to the Rampage Pack and took charge of their business empire, the group's momentum has skyrocketed—so much so that it's even started to overshadow the other packs. They had been steadily expanding their business territory, and now, they'd run into the Eclipse Pack. Other packs might back off in the face of the Rampage Pack's current momentum—but as the heir to the Eclipse Pack, Caden wasn't one to retreat. "Mr. Holbrook, I know how you obtained that piece of land, and this can also be considered a favor." Jack looked at Caden in front of him, with a cold and resolute look in his eyes. "Favor isn't quite the right word," Caden replied with a light laugh. "That land was always mine for the taking; I just got it for a better price. "And anyway, this is just tit for tat. Mr. Horton, since you and I have been leaving each other to our own devices, we shouldn't cross boundaries. Your nephew should understand that too." Jack's smile faltered slightly. He twirled his glass in his hand, the look in his eyes unreadable. "Mr. Holbrook, I'm speaking to you calmly now." Caden, unfazed, turned to me. "Care to give it a try?" "Of course, I'd love to. This is my first time watching a witch's stone betting in person," I said with a smile. Caden looked momentarily taken aback before a resigned smile spread across his face. Then, he turned to Jack and said, "Mr. Horton, how about we make a bet?" "A bet?" Jack asked, raising an intrigued brow. "Since you've invited me here, we might as well make it interesting," Caden teased, twirling a lock of my hair between his fingers. "Three witch's stones, rough stone material—whoever can value them higher wins. The winner gets what they want." "So, you're challenging me to bet on witch's stone?" Jack laughed, tapping his fingers on the table, his interest piqued.Caden crossed his long legs, his imposing presence impossible to ignore. "Mr. Horton, are you afraid?" Jack's laughter rang out loudly. "Seems like you're feeling confident. Since you've said so, I have no reason to refuse." But just as he finished speaking, a soft, feminine voice of a female werewolf echoed from the shadows. "If we're going to gamble, we should play big."