Third Person's POV
"Alpha Lance, you're determined to trample Soulrend Pack's pride into the mud with Blackthorn's claws!"
Old Luna sensed Lance's cedar aura, an invisible net suffocating the entire pack. Even the youngest pups whimpered in corners.
Rage blinded her. She never expected Lance to be so arrogant, unfazed even by her threats of suicide.
Blackthorn warriors, bound by pack taboos, halted at the inner courtyard's edge.
Avery stood at the packhouse door, his half-transformed fist paused mid-air, commanding the destruction of the front-yard furniture and flower stands. The sound of tearing fabric was shrill in the night.
Alpha Manfred stood in the shadows, fingernails dug into his palms.
Soulrend Pack's thorny pheromones coiled within him.
He detected Melinda's jasmine scen
