Chapter 347

Third Person's POV

Drusilla covered her face and whimpered like a hurt pup as she flung herself into Lavinia's arms.

Her sweet pheromones, laced with a strong aura of grievance, filled the air.

"Mother, Garrick hit me!" she wailed, her golden eyes flickering with tears.

Lavinia's bony hand patted her back reassuringly. Calming pheromones, typical of a senior she-wolf, eased Drusilla's agitation.