Third Person's POV
After dropping that textbook line of "cold-war gaslighting," Seraphina tried to walk away.
It hit Mortimer like a physical punch to the solar plexus.
He didn't let go of her arm. He just stood there, staring at her, his eyes turning a darker, more dangerous shade of red. "You can't even be bothered to come up with a decent lie anymore?"
Seraphina stopped. She cut him a look, genuinely confused by the freak-show he was putting on.
"Alpha Mortimer, what is your point?"
Mortimer choked.
He wanted to scream at her. He wanted to know which male wolf's scent was all over her.
He had every right to demand an answer, but the words felt like broken glass in his throat. He was terrified that if he asked, the answer would be something he couldn't take back.
Finally, his vo
