Third Person's POV
"Vivian is right." Lillian's voice screeched, her pheromones crashing through the room like a runaway train.
She stared at Seraphina with unmasked contempt. "If you weren't in bed with this Johnny guy, there's no way you'd find a bottom-feeder like him in a city this size. Not that fast."
"Maybe you still resent Mortimer for giving Vivian extra protection," Lillian continued, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure venom. "Maybe you're too cowardly to challenge the Blade Pack directly, so you took it out on Rolf. My poor son... almost losing his soul because he fell into the hands of a cold-blooded snake like you."
The hospital directors and senior surgeons in the room felt their blood hit a boiling point. Their wolf instincts were bristling, the air vibrating with the
