Thora's POV: I took another look at the girl before me who appeared to be only 14 or 15 with a cute face. I extended my hand with a faint smile. "I'm Thora Green." The moment we touched, a wave of wolf power rippled through my fingertips. The wolf spirit within her was abnormally immense, yet it leaked out chaotically like a faucet that hadn't been turned off. It was clearly extremely unstable. "Thora, nice to meet you! From now on, you're my friend!" Shirley's familiarity caught me off guard. Before I could respond, an unfamiliar voice called out. "Shirley." A tall, handsome man walked over.He looked no older than 20, yet unlike typical werewolf noble heirs, he carried no sense of arrogance. He was restrained and composed. When Shirley saw him, her expression shifted before her face bloomed into a bright smile. "Oliver!" When she smiled like that with her adorable face, even I couldn't help but find her cute. But the newcomer clearly wasn't buying it. He placed his hand on Shirley's shoulder, his knuckles applying slight pressure. I could sense a gentle thread of wolf power flowing from his palm, quietly smoothing out Shirley's chaotic, overflowing energy. "I remember your father grounded you, didn't he? Sneaking out again?" Seeing that her cute act wasn't working, Shirley pouted and ignored him. Only after Shirley's wolf power stopped leaking did he withdraw his attention and look at me. When he saw me, he was clearly taken aback. I didn't know why he'd react that way. According to my memories, this was the first time I'd met him. "Have we met before?" "Are ... you Thora?" he asked uncertainly. I nodded. "You know me?" He smiled gently and explained, "We have met. Darius is a good friend of mine. I was also at that racing mountain road a month ago." I nodded in understanding. "I see." I didn't have much fondness for Darius. Our deal had clearly ended, yet he kept appearing in my life over and over. Not only did he get handsy with me, but he'd also decided I belonged to him.Therefore, I didn't have much fondness for his associates either. "Hello, I'm Oliver." He elegantly raised his wine glass and gestured politely in the air. I nodded in acknowledgment. But I already understood who he was. In the information Luke had sent me about Darius, Oliver's name had been mentioned. Oliver Caldwell, one of the heirs to Redwood Pack and the youngest parliament member in the Astralis Empire. Like Darius, he was someone who stood at the very top of the pyramid. And someone like that had absolutely no need to attend this kind of banquet, nor would he deign to appear in such a place. He was probably here for Shirley. Werewolves were extremely sensitive to wolf power. To allow someone else's wolf power to enter your body and smooth out your chaotic energy required a level of trust far beyond any ordinary relationship. I glanced at the girl beside me who was angrily munching on meat, and couldn't help but find it amusing. If I didn't know her identity, I would've been fooled by her cute appearance too. "Thora!" Just then, Hazel walked toward me, holding up her dress. When she saw Oliver, her eyes lit up. That look was identical to when she'd first seen Darius. She clearly wanted to latch onto Oliver as another powerful male for social climbing. She nodded elegantly at him. Oliver responded politely, though his manner was obviously perfunctory. "Thora, what are you doing over here? Mom and Dad are waiting for you over there." Hazel's voice wasn't quiet, and many people around us turned to look our way. I frowned. What was she trying to pull now? Hazel looked at Oliver with shy admiration, then introduced me to the surrounding werewolf socialites. "Let me introduce you all. This is my sister, Thora." The socialites looked incredulous. "She's your sister?" "Huh? I thought that was a guy!" "A mixed-blood waste who can't even awaken her wolf. Does she think dressing like a man will make people respect her?" The socialites immediately began mocking me. I rolled my eyes. I had no idea why she enjoyed these insults that meant absolutely nothing to me. "Pfft." I noticed Shirley beside me, her eyes suddenly turning cold. The fork in her hand, wrapped in pale golden wolf power, stabbed deep into the solid wood table. Even the table legs shook. Instantly, everyone around us stared at her in shock.