Luna Sutton was stunned for a moment. Although she didn't know if Mael Valerius was telling the truth, she knew it was indeed inconvenient for her to rush forward.
With so many Fox Clan members and elders watching, if she directly rushed to the altar, others wouldn't know what to think.
It was merely a moment of concern.
Although she didn't rush over again.
But her gaze was fixed on Kian Sterling, who was receiving the baptism of lightning on the altar. Seeing him being struck down repeatedly by lightning, her heart clenched tightly, her fingers pressed hard, turning white at the joints.
On the altar, Kian Sterling's bloodstained fox claws were dug into the cracks of the altar, silver arcs of electricity drilling into the bone marrow from his broken tail wound.
The pain made him tremble all over, control slipping away, wanting to cry out but stubbornly suppressing it.
Suddenly a voice called "Kian Sterling,"
