Third Person's POV
"I..." Vanya was about to speak, her voice still tinged with barely suppressed emotion, when Derrick's voice came from outside the door: "Theodore, the stuff you asked me to get..."
Derrick's voice trailed off as he took in the scene.
His pupils instinctively shrank to slits before quickly returning to normal, and the packaged gourmet food he was carrying nearly slipped from his grip.
Theodore's cold cedar pheromones were like icy blades, openly suppressing the entire room.
Vanya hastily stepped back, putting distance between herself and Theodore. The wolf hairs on the back of her neck prickled with tension, and her lily pheromones rippled with disarray.
Derrick noticed Theodore's grim expression—the cold in his slit pupils nearly freezing—and immediately realized
