Seraphine and her daughters had succeeded in gathering nearly half the pack in front of Roff's room. The hallway outside buzzed with venomous anticipation. The air was thick with judgment and curiosity, the kind that always followed the promise of a scandal.
She stood at the front, her daughters flanking her like perfectly trained lapdogs. Lyra's grin was sharp, Lena's nervous energy disguised beneath her prim stance. Behind them, a crowd had formed — pack members who had abandoned their duties the moment the rumor spread.
"Are you sure that filthy slut's in there?" someone spat from the back, voice laced with disgust.
Lyra nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with feigned outrage. "We saw it ourselves. She went in not long ago. Sir Eberhard and Lady Nikki had went to report it."
Lena chimed in quickly, her tone tremulous but eager to please. "Yes, it's true. We both saw her sneaking into Roff's room."
