Penelope POV
"Look at him twist," Leif says.
His voice rattles out of the comm crystal on my desk. It sounds thin and metallic, but the smug, lazy edge cuts through perfectly clear.
"The public platforms in Central City are eating it up. Every single major werewolf network just picked up the poolside footage. I cropped out the glare from the overhead lights, so the truth hits you right in the face. Blue-Claw Pack looks completely pathetic. Julian is probably vomiting blood right about now."
I do not answer him immediately.
I lift my finger and tap the glass screen of my tablet. The video loops for the tenth time. It shows the precise moment the security cameras caught the water splashing up, the frantic scrambling, the sheer chaos of a proud Alpha getting completely outplayed by an Om
