Stella's POV
I watched Fiyero crash into one of the chairs in the council room, and bury his head between his palms. He was not only sullen, but he was frustrated, even discouraged. I couldn't name my happiness. It was one of those moments I felt my head swell with pride. First I got rid of the Luna's Crest, dashing Hayley's hope of a stable rule, now his alliance with Hayley had been dissolved, and now...
The Doctor! Dr Malcolm, that vulture-looking old hag.
Yes, Hayley mentioned having an appointment with him. He had been in the service for the pack long before Lorenzo was born. He was good at his field, holding the record for the most impossible surgeries done. I hated that, I hated him.
As soon as I heard Hayley close the door of her suit, I slipped out of my Hiding place and dashed after him, calling out his name as he approached his car.
"Mr Romano! Can I please talk to you for a minute?"
