Third Person's POV
Esmond instinctively defended himself, "I didn't..."
Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, his wolf eyes contracted sharply into vertical gold-red lines, and his pine pheromones turned chaotic. "How did you know I was with Hazel?"
Camellia stared at him, her Shadowfang Alpha aura leaking into her words, "Because I called you, and Hazel answered."
The healing mark on her neck flared red in warning. "When I was at my most desperate and scared, you were with another woman."
Lyra whined in her mind, and her canines punctured her lower lip. "How dare you show up here, acting as if nothing happened?"
Esmond's face turned pale, his wolf ears flattening instinctively. "No... I have no call records..."
He could scent the blood in Camellia's words—pheromones from her glands,
