Harriet's POV
The phone conversation with my father left rage coursing through my veins like poison.
His criminal empire was crumbling into dust, and the one person I had counted on to solve our problems had become our greatest enemy. For weeks now, he had been calling me with updates about his diminishing power. Law enforcement raids struck his operations daily, trusted allies betrayed him without warning, and now he believed one of the werewolves orchestrated his downfall.
The knowledge set my blood ablaze while confusion tore through my thoughts. When I demanded to know how he could be certain a werewolf was responsible, he claimed his network of informants had confirmed it.
