Camille's POV
Declan let out a light chuckle.
"Good thing the media outlet under the Blood Curtain Group is running a feature on the city's werewolf schools right now. If they hadn't been at the academy shooting today, Camille really would have been framed by Lara."
Lara's face turned ashen. Her sickly-sweet pheromones spiked and scrambled, laced with the sour stench of pure fear.
She stammered out a pathetic defense.
"I... I told Lucian just a minute ago that she didn't push me..."
I tore right through her act.
"But when Brad was falsely accusing me and screaming about dragging me to the Enforcers, you didn't say a single damn word."
Brad looked like he'd been struck by lightning. He definitely hadn't expected his grand crusade to end up as a total joke.
Yet, even with the truth
