Vanya's POV
I already figured it out. The worst that could happen is Cliff spilling that I went to Wolfe.
I don't care. If that's what it takes, I'll just cut ties with him early.
"I just don't get it. What's so great about a college girl? Vanya's prettier and better than her. Are you blind? How could you turn out like this?"
"Grandma, it's my fault. It's not Melinda's. Don't take it out on her."
"You!" Veronica shot up from the couch, her presence swelling like a storm.
The pressure she exuded was like a tidal wave, freezing the air around her.
As the former Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, even regular werewolves would tremble in her fury.
"I didn't want to meddle, but with your attitude... don't blame me for being ruthless!" She turned to Elliot and barked, her voice dripping with
