Third Person's POV
With a blank face, Esmond hung up the phone. As he walked to the bedside, his wolf's eyes narrowed into vertical gold-red lines.
His fingers, gripping her chin, subtly shifted into claws, pricking her skin and drawing tiny beads of blood. A mix of pine pheromones and an oppressive, punishing aura washed over her. "Cam, this is just a lesson," he said, a low growl escaping his throat.
"Remember this pain. Should you anger me again, you'll relive it over and over."
Camellia's eyes turned bloodshot, and the unhealed temporary mark on her nape glowed red—a sign of the Shadowfang Alpha lineage's fury.
As she raised her hand to slap him, her wrist gland throbbed violently. Lychee rose pheromones surged, forming a defensive aura that was instantly overpowered by Esmond's b
