The Third Person's POV
Julian stood stock-still, his jaw clamped tight as the heavy, suffocating scent of burnt ash and singed fur rolled off him in bitter waves.
"Grandpa, I failed you this time," Julian gritted out, lowering his head. He squeezed his fists until his knuckles turned ghostly white, every muscle in his shoulders locked in stubborn defiance. "The money we lost... I'll make it back. Every last cent."
Edgar's eyes flashed a fierce, amber warning, his wolf pacing just beneath his weathered skin. The room rattled with the sheer force of his Alpha command.
"Very well," Edgar growled, his voice thick with absolute disdain. "Then show me. Now get out of my sight!"
Across town, Brenda stormed into her family's foyer, her pulse still racing from the humiliating day.
SLAP!
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