"Oh…" Len didn't know that. However, he remembered evading those claws because he could hear Klauser swinging his steel paw.
"Do you think… this is sharp enough to wound a Lord of Winter?" Claude stared at the glinting steel claws. "If the reports are not mistaken, then… we have to fight that Madam for real. I don't want to be in the back end because I'm too weak. Len, are these enough for you to let me fight alongside you and the Gammas?"
Len looked up at his mate. He smiled. "If you don't deviate from the plan, I will allow it. Claude, you've proven yourself capable of standing next to me. You don't have to ask for my permission."
Instead of a happy smile, Claude snorted. "You say that but do another. Don't forget that you hid Gwendolyn's case from me."
A small smile was Len's only answer. There was no denying it.
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