Third Person's POV
Naomi closed her eyes, a wicked smile spreading across her face.
The Council enforcers would be here any minute. The off-the-charts blood alcohol level in Elena's system, the horrific gore at the scene, and her own "near-death" state as the victim...
It was enough. It was more than enough to ruin Elena's reputation forever and ensure she spent the rest of her life in a werewolf dungeon.
When Elena finally regained consciousness, she was lying on an emergency bed in the werewolf hospital.
Everything was a blinding, clinical white.
Several uniformed officers from the Council stood by her bed, the air thick with the suffocating tension of an interrogation.
"Blood alcohol levels are severely over the legal limit."
"On-site evidence indicates you were driving on the w
