“William, will you fight or not?!” Twilight screamed.

The werewolf shrugged. “Didn’t I just fight?”

The vampire viscounts nearby all glanced at one another with odd expressions. They had never expected someone of William’s status to act so shamelessly. Twilight seemed to have a grasp on William’s weakness and could yell orders at him, but the same couldn’t be said for the others. William’s position among the werewolves was extremely high, and his status in the entirety of the Evernight world was also on the rise. A mere vampire viscount offending him might die without even knowing how—there was already a fair amount of vampire blood on William’s hands.

These viscounts weren’t from the Monroe clan and had no obligation to risk life and limb for Twilight. They simply stood by to watch the joke.

Twilight’s face was so pale that even her lips were gradually losing color. This was a sign of her reaching the extremes of fury. She suddenly switched to a bewitching smile and said in a gentle voice, “William, please kill him.”

Not uttering menacing words was her true threat. It was a command with no room for negotiation.

Unexpectedly, William simply wouldn’t acknowledge her. “I...