Viya's POV
I'd just finished breakfast and changed clothes when my phone rang.
It was Alpha Dorian.
"Dr. Lockwood." His voice was warm, respectful. "My family and I have settled in. Would you have time today to begin my mother's treatment?"
Just as Caesar predicted. The Shadowfang Pack hadn't wasted time.
I kept my tone professional. "Yes, I can come now."
"Wonderful." Relief colored his words. "I'll text you the address. Or would you prefer I send a car?"
No condescension. No Alpha arrogance. Just genuine courtesy.
"That won't be necessary." I smiled despite myself. "I can be there in twenty minutes."
After hanging up, I gathered my supplies—a set of specialized acupressure tools, herbal compounds, and diagnostic instruments.
The Hawthorne estate was in Map
