Claire's POV
Hearing this, I looked up at Blanche in disbelief.
My wolf growled in my mind, a warning triggered by the threat.
Unfortunately, Blanche was just a human.
"Blanche… you could've kept this quiet. Why report it to headquarters? Just because I made one mistake, does that erase all the hard work I've done before?" I asked.
I'd pulled all-nighters for experimental data, even sleeping in the lab.
Why was Blanche only focusing on this one mistake and ignoring all the good I'd done?
I gripped the glass partition of the lab, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.
Last Christmas Eve, when I'd stayed overnight with the centrifuge, it wasn't the smell of gingerbread I'd inhaled but the stench of wolfsbane.
"The hard work you've done is what you're paid for. Especially since
