Third Person's POV
The sting was still burning in Melanie's fingertips, and Frost was pacing back and forth in her mind, snarling with resentment. The physical ache from the mating bond—the leftover trauma from seeing Archer and Camille together—was still pulsing through her.
She didn't vent her anger with words. Instead, she let it flow through her blood, pulling up a raw, instinctual power.
The next second, a ripple of werewolf aura radiated from her without a sound, pressing into the air like a cold front.
The temperature in the office seemed to drop instantly, and even the light felt brittle.
Rufus was human; he couldn't smell the layers of pheromones, but he felt an undeniable weight—like someone had grabbed him by the spine and was forcing him to bend.
His throat went tight, an
