Third Person's POV
Lillian watched in horror as Vivian stepped onto the jagged glass with her bare feet.
Crimson bloomed instantly across the pale carpet.
Lillian screamed, throwing her phone onto the bed and lunging to pull her daughter back.
"Vivian, have you lost your mind?! Connor! Get in here! Look at your daughter!"
"Mom, it hurts... I'm so guilty. I just want it to end." Vivian's voice was a fractured mess, a desperate, hollow plea. "Let me go... I'm so sorry for what I did to Seraphina..."
She was sobbing hysterically—the textbook picture of an emotional collapse triggered by "wolf-soul fracture."
But over her mother's shoulder, her eyes were locked on the phone still recording on the bed. A faint, lethal smirk touched the corner of her mouth.
Lilian was completely terrifie
