Savannah's POV
After that letter arrived, everything shifted.
I couldn't remain in that house any longer. Being under Dennis's control felt suffocating. It took me an entire day just to find the strength to stand on my feet again.
Without Ethel caring for me, it would have taken much longer.
She burst through the door, slamming it shut behind her. I had never witnessed her this enraged before. Her face was crimson and her breathing came in sharp, uneven gasps.
Ethel rarely released her pheromones anymore, not truly.
She considered it repulsive ever since her husband left her for another woman. Despite her brave front, I knew the council had made her feel accountable for her husband's betrayal. That was why she had rejected the wolf side of herself.
But when she entered my room that afternoon, the entire space filled with an acrid coffee aroma. Not the pleasant kind from cozy bistros, but a burning odor that seared your nostrils when you inhaled.
