In a moment of frankness, Joana confronted Kendell. "You are consumed by envy," she asserted. "Envious that Elijah will never hold affection for you. Your fear of him preferring a human nanny over you festers within you, revealing a sense of immaturity and insecurity."
Kendell's eyes widened in astonishment, the whites encircling her pupils visible as her face flushed scarlet, veins throbbing menacingly on her neck.
"You insolent creature," Kendell snarled. With a swift, aggressive motion, she raised her hand, drew it back, and delivered a forceful slap across Joana's face. The impact, intensified by the strength of a werewolf, sent a blinding surge of light through Joana's mind, causing her to stagger back and collapse onto the fountain's edge, her hand instinctively reaching to soothe
