Vaslavis Clan: The Past (18)

"Young Lord, the elders sent me here to be of help to you," Erwin said as he straightened his body. 

However, his words were met by a contemptuous scoff from Hanom. 

"Help? How can you be of help to me, hybrid? You can't even transform into your full snake form. Go back to the Romanoffs before they question your absence."

"It was an order from the elders of the Orschetta clan. I'm afraid I can't heed your request, Lord Hanom."

"Oh, really? Then please stay as far away from me as possible. I don't like the scent of wolves on you."

"As you wish, My Lord." 

Erwin then bowed and returned to the back of the group. 

Truth be told, it wasn't only Hanom who loathed the presence of Erwin in the group. Lakrev, Karmos, and the rest of Hanom's subordinates might not be glaring at Erwin. However, their hostility was making the air pulse out of the breakneck tension.