Vivian walked to and fro, her wolf agitated beneath her surface. Her claws seemed on the verge of extending as rage coursed through her veins like a raging fire. She gripped her phone tightly, breathing heavily. The betrayal hurt profoundly, more than any injury she had ever experienced in combat.
"My love, so Cecilia visited your office and concocted a falsehood about me, and you believed it?" Vivian's voice was piercing, quivering with suppressed rage. "Is that what you think of me, Andrew?" You don't even have faith in your wife? "Do you trust a stranger more than me?"
Andrew's voice sounded strained on the other end. "Vivian, you're aware that Cecilia isn't a stranger... which is why it was difficult for me to come to terms with everything."
Vivian emitted a soft growl, her claws
