Chapter 3

My blood boiled. I dialed his number right back.

The second he picked up, Finch roared, "What now? Get your ass over here!"

"Don't bother," I said, my voice ice-cold. "I told you, Julian threw me out. Since he looks down on a 'filthy Omega,' I won't waste my time saving his life. Let him die."

With that, I hung up.

I opened my PayPal account, found the three-million-dollar deposit the Moon Shadow Pack had sent me, and refunded it instantly.

I attached a four-word note: *Find someone else.*

Three million dollars might be a fortune to others, but to me, it wasn't worth my dignity.

I then blocked every single contact number associated with the Moon Shadow Pack.

I let out a cold sneer.

*Julian, your life is officially over.*

I hailed a cab and headed straight back to my clinic.

This clinic wasn't affiliated with any pack; it belonged directly to the Werewolf Elders Council. After graduating from the Academy, I had landed a position here thanks to my rare talent in herbal medicine.

The moment I sat down at my desk, my phone started vibrating like crazy.

I answered, and Director Harold Vance’s voice erupted like a volcano.

"Evelyn Reed! What the hell did you do?!"

"The Moon Shadow Pack just called me! They claim you caused a public disturbance at the checkpoint and even tried to assault Julian!"

"The guard captain had to forcibly eject you to protect him! Instead of apologizing, you actually refunded their deposit?!"

I froze, then burst into a bitter laugh.

Brenda’s ability to twist the truth was truly a work of art.

Julian was the one who kicked me out, yet in her report, I was the violent instigator. And the Moon Shadow Pack was stupid enough to believe her without even checking the security cameras.

"Alpha Sterling himself called," Harold yelled. "You are to go to their territory immediately, get on your knees, beg Julian for forgiveness, and start the treatment!"

"If you refuse, you're fired!"

I didn't even bother arguing. I pulled out a blank sheet of paper, quickly scribbled a resignation letter, and walked straight upstairs to the director's office.

I pushed the door open. Harold was still clutching his phone, looking flustered.

*Smack!*

I slammed the resignation letter right onto his mahogany desk.

"You don't have to fire me. I quit."

Harold stared at the paper, his eyes wide. "Are you insane? You think quitting will protect you from them?"

I leaned over his desk, looking down at him.

"Director Vance, I'm exhausted. I'm going to take a nice, long vacation."

"And if they want to blacklist me? Let them try."

I turned on my heel and walked out.

"Stop right there! Evelyn! Get back here!"

Harold’s useless, angry screams faded behind me as I left the building.

By my calculations, the timing was perfect.

Julian’s poisoning was being kept at bay solely by my specialized suppressants. Now that the medicine was gone, and he was out traveling in the wild borderlands...

The poison should be kicking in right about now.