Camille's POV
"My medicine is only sold to ordinary werewolves who can't afford astronomical medical bills. You drive a luxury car, so you must come from some prestigious, powerful pack. Since you have wealth and power, what kind of doctor could you possibly fail to hire? Why do you insist on bothering me?"
I replied, "I've heard that your medical skills are the absolute best on the entire East Coast, and that you can treat all kinds of chronic illnesses. Your clinical experience isn't something those werewolf doctors who only know how to read diagnostic machines can compare to."
A faint, barely noticeable flash of pride flickered deep in his eyes, but he still let out a stubborn, gruff snort.
"Don't think flattering me will get me to treat you."
My expression remained sincere. "What
