Third Person's POV
"Mortimer, I saved your life once. Please... just give me one more chance. I'm begging you." Vivian cried until her voice was raw. Her shrill sobs pierced the silence of the academy grounds, grating on everyone's nerves.
Mortimer fell silent again.
Over the faint static of the phone, all anyone could hear was his heavy, restrained breathing.
A long silence followed. Just when everyone was certain he was about to refuse her, his deep, conflicted voice finally came through. "All right. Come to the Craig Group headquarters."
A collective gasp rippled through the werewolf students gathered around them.
Vivian froze, her sobs catching in her throat. She had been braced for the absolute worst—public rejection and utter humiliation.
Yet, Mortimer had agreed.
The fear in
