Third Person's POV
The room was filled with senior surgeons and clinic executives, most of whom hailed from powerful packs or had studied under the Hales. The way they looked at Lillian now was lethal—her pride in "occupying another's contract" wasn't just tacky; it was a biological insult to the traditions of the great packs.
Mortimer's jaw was a hard line. The shame of being publicly linked to Lillian's logic made him want to release enough pheromones to choke the room into silence.
Thomasina maintained her academic composure. She didn't argue with street-fighters; she simply looked away, as if Lillian were a failed experiment not worth the data.
Then, a rumble of thunder hit the room. A cold, heavy snarl that flattened Lillian's ego in a heartbeat.
"So, Seraphina is failing as a ma
