Third Person's POV
"Alright, Patience, I knew there was something off about you. You just let another man drive you all the way back here! I even took pictures of the whole thing!"
"Did that man give you something too? What was it?"
Hattie said, her vanilla pheromones sharp and cloyingly sweet as they wafted through the air.
Her pupils narrowed with triumph, and her wolf ears flickered just beneath her hair as she reached for the book.
Patience slapped her hand away. The scent of rain-kissed grass and white roses turned cold.
"Hattie, don't push it," Patience warned, her voice icy.
A faint aura radiated from her. A hint of silver-gray vertical pupils flashed deep within her eyes.
Hattie yelped in pain, her hand reddening instantly, her pheromones going haywire. "You hit me! Fine, I
