Third Person's POV
Ulrik strode in, his cedar pheromones carrying undeniable aura.
He helped Gloria up and handed her a stack of checks. "I've returned the ruby set. Take the money back."
"Ulrik, are you insane?"
Rosemary leaped to her feet in a fury, her cedar pheromones slicing through the air like blades. "Returning jewelry you've bought disgraces us all! The Bloodmoon Pack's reputation is being trampled by you!"
"Take it back! I won't return it!"
Sabrina, catching her breath, lunged at Ulrik. Her silver-gray claws gleamed as she pummeled his chest, her sulfurous pheromones erupting like flames.
Ulrik stood rigid, unfazed by her assault. His face was a mask of indifference, and his cedar pheromones hung heavy, frozen and unyielding.
He was sick of this life.
Gloria stood dazed,
