The man was dressed in a crisp military uniform, exuding his usual handsome and charming aura.
His captivating Klein blue eyes shimmered with a cold gleam when angered and exuded a tender radiance when moved.
The air carried a pleasant scent of pine and coldness.
The silver wolf adored this fragrance, slowly approaching Marcus.
Its enormous tongue licked his cheek, its barbs gently grazing his skin.
Lilian, Annie, and Shadow stood not too far away.
Annie whispered, "Will Lora devour Ninth Prince?"
Lilian shook her head, "Impossible. Have you forgotten that Little Uncle has evolved with extraordinary abilities? Besides, they are a perfect genetic match, and even if they lose their rationality, the scent of pheromones will remind them of each other. Little Aunt won't harm anyone, including Little Uncle."
Annie understood, but curiosity lingered, "Then what kind of ability did Lora evolve? I can't see any changes."
Lilian shook her head, unaware herself.