Third Person's POV
As Paisley finished speaking, Willow's mint pheromones abruptly grew chaotic, like gauze shredded by a gale.
Her wolf eyes contracted in shock, their clear green hue clouding instantly, and her face paled.
But this lapse lasted only a second. The next moment, her eyes reddened and her wolf ears flattened in grievance.
As tears welled up, her mint pheromones carried a calculated fragility, like a sapling bent by a storm. "W-what are you talking about?"
The wolf eyes of Alpha Manfred and others shrank in unison. Soulrend Pack's signature thorny pheromones fluctuated violently with shock.
They stared at Willow as if trying to peel back her refined facade.
Manfred's knuckles whitened, his wolf claws curling subconsciously in his palms. The thorny scent trembled with d
