Third Person's POV
Dwight's chest heaved with Soulrend Pack's signature thorny pheromones. His dark green wolf eyes, narrowed to slits with rage, betrayed his disdain for the royal family's intimidation tactics.
"It's Priscilla who's bullying us with her power," he spat, his fangs piercing his lower lip. Blood and thorny pheromones burst forth, openly defying Lance's cedar dominance.
Not a flicker of emotion crossed Lance's golden-red vertical pupils. The icy cedar aura tightened abruptly, like invisible chains strangling Dwight's throat.
"Too talkative. Tommy, hit him."
Without even looking up, Lance's royal aura had already frozen the air. Omegas flattened their ears in terror, trembling violently.
Tommy strode in, his wrist already showing dark blue veins of beastly transformation
