Viola's frown deepened at the unfamiliar sight of the beautiful young woman standing at the door, looking at her with a faint smile.
For a moment, Viola was stunned by her beauty. Plump lips and high cheekbones. She was tall and elegantly beautiful in a dark pink dress that reached below her knees and high heels, her hair a smooth mixture of silver and blonde, let down over her shoulders.
Though she wasn't flashing her status through her dress, Viola knew money when she saw it, and this person was clearly not an omega but some important shewolf.
Viola's body immediately stiffened when the woman closed the door behind her. She didn't like people coming to see her; any important person usually had only one thought in mind: to cause her more pain, beat her, or humiliate her, even when she hadn't done anything wrong to them.
