The she-wolf’s face contorted with fury as she pointed straight at me, her finger nearly touching my nose.
“A vice president?” she screeched. “So you’re her superior, and you treat her like this? Bully her, then shove the blame onto her shoulders? What kind of pack leadership allows monsters like you to rise? Is this what your company—and your pack—stands for?”
“I didn’t—” My chest tightened painfully. Air refused to reach my lungs. I tried to speak again, but before I could finish, a familiar presence surged toward us.
Ronan.
The moment his gaze swept over Delilah sprawled on the floor and the wailing infant nearby, his expression darkened into something terrifying.
“What happened here?” he demanded.
Delilah answered before I could open my mouth. She explained tearfully that I had “accidentally” shoved her, causing her to collide with the woman carrying the child.
She clutched her ankle and whimpered pitifully. “It might be injured… but it’s fine. Really. Please don’t be angry. Just explain it to the customer—the vice president didn’t mean to do this…”