Third Person's POV
The remaining three intruders burst through the window like arrows, landing and half-shifting into lupine forms, their claws gouging deep grooves in the floor.
Inside, the sharp clang of bone blades and the piercing whistle of wolf claws filled the air.
But soon, Velda realized her mint pheromones were being overpoweringly suppressed by the assailants' bloodthirsty aura.
Her bone sword was batted away by their icy-clawed hands, and the aura from their presence pricked painfully at the gland in the back of her neck.
She now saw that these black-clad figures were far beyond her ability to fight.
Panicked, she abandoned Ulrik and leaped out of the window, fleeing toward the outer courtyard.
She screamed, "Intruders! Intruders!"
Ulrik was furious—had she lost her min
