Third Person's POV
Adelaide stood tall in a light-gray battle robe, the pack's totem embroidered at the collar. Her boots, reinforced with iron armor, clicked against the ground. The loose sleeves flapped in the wind, accentuating her upright posture.
Yet, her features still carried a lethal aura, and her clothes were splashed with the invaders' dark red blood, like crimson flowers on white silk.
At the height of everyone's shock, Emerson stepped forward.
His pheromones wavered with nerves as he tried to stay calm. "Bind them and hand them over to the police station."
"Call a doctor! Quickly!"
Rosemary rushed over, her blood-stained hair gleaming dully under the light.
She supported the pale Ulrik, her pheromones sharp with terror. "Where are you hurt? Where?" she fretted.
Ulrik's
