Chapter 91

Third Person's POV

Jonas Flint stood at the edge of the dimly lit room, watching the she-wolf in the hospital bed. Lyla Venomfang looked more like a porcelain doll than the feared daughter of the Venomfang Pack. Pale. Fragile. Hollow.

He exhaled slowly, then stepped closer. "Lyla," he said softly, his voice a careful blend of warmth and resolve. "I know what happened in your room yesterday."