Third Person's POV
Inside a VIP suite at the Caesar, Veronica was presiding over the discipleship ceremony.
Even though that girl Chloe had dampened the mood earlier, the Frostclaws were being so submissive that Veronica finally felt like the queen of the room again.
The air was thick with expensive incense and the heavy, stifling aura of elite bloodlines.
Regina held her breath, signaling Rita to move.
Rita stepped toward Veronica and dropped to one knee, palms up in the air.
It was the "Acceptance Rite"—the old-school way of saying she was ready to let a master's wolf-spirit guide her own.
With an arrogant flick of her wrist, Veronica pressed a thin, bony finger against Rita's forehead.
A cold thread of healing energy stung as it sank in.
"As of today, you're my student," Veroni
