Third Person's POV
The maid was frozen for a moment before her body tensed up, and she finally reacted.
The sudden surge of werewolf aura made her instinctively uneasy. She clutched her phone and called for an ambulance.
Cyrus looked up, his eyes locked on Vanya at the top of the stairs.
His pupils contracted into thin slits, and a cold, Alpha aura radiated from him. The air felt heavy with his rage. "How dare you..."
Vanya glanced at her own hands, a cold smile on her lips.
Her aura was calm, completely unaffected by Cyrus's aura. A faint, clear scent of her own, out of place in the chaos, emanated from her fingertips.
She had thought Melinda had come up with a new tactic, but it was just the same old low-life tricks.
Veronica stumbled over. When she saw the spreading pool of bloo
