Chapter 82
- 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.