Lyra's voice sliced through the peaceful spa atmosphere like a knife as she sprang up from her armchair, a finger pointed directly at me.
“What is she doing here?” she barked, disbelief etched into every syllable. “Isn't this place by appointment only? Who let that in?”
Sitting next to her was Selene Silverclaw, my former mother-in-law, looking equally shocked at my presence.
"How did you get in here?" Lyra demanded, not bothering to wait for my reply. She turned towards the reception counter, her voice rising with each word. "Where's your manager? I thought this place operates by appointment only. Why did you allow someone like *that* to enter?"
My wolf bristled at the dismissive tone, but I kept my expression neutral. Three years of being the lowest-ranking wolf in Darius's
