Third Person's POV
Half an hour later, the car pulled up in front of a French restaurant.
As the two got out, a snowstorm-like cedar aura swept toward them—Lionel.
His brows furrowed. His emerald beast pupils locked onto Camellia. Didn't the doctor say she should be hospitalized?
Why was she out with Esmond?
The Alpha aura of the Starlight Pack spilled out, chilling the air.
Esmond, sensing Lionel's gaze, flared his pine pheromones into a defensive stance. His wolf claws fully shifted, steel-like nails tearing his suit sleeves. "What a coincidence, you're also dining here?"
He deliberately stepped in front of Camellia, radiating provocation.
Lionel, expressionless, watched him. His wolf-tooth choker clicked against his collarbone, sending a chilling sound. "Yes, here for business."
