Dorothy's POV
I walked to the edge of the balcony, feeling the power of the moment surge through my wolf. Time seemed to slow as I tipped the silver Montblanc briefcase forward, watching as bundles of hundred-dollar bills cascaded down like expensive confetti.
The cash rained onto the patio below, creating a surreal snow of green as thirty million dollars fluttered through the night air.
Gasps echoed across the gathering. Several guests lunged forward instinctively, then caught themselves, remembering their breeding. A few weren't so restrained—I noted with amusement as a banker's wife snatched a bundle mid-air before her husband could stop her.
My wolf howled with satisfaction inside me as I watched Isolde's face. Her expression was frozen in horror, her mouth hanging open a
