Third Person's POV
"Who do you think we are, delighted to stay in this filthy place?"
Paisley's gaze raked over Willow like wolf claws. Her cedar aura was as biting as winter. "We didn't want to expose your true identity—"
She paused, a flash of contempt in her wolf eyes. "You've caused enough trouble in Soulrend Pack, but why go after Melinda?"
Paisley's wolf claws fully emerged, glinting in the moonlight. "Pick on vulnerable she-wolves, why don't you challenge Madison? Then I'd at least respect you as a wolf bold enough to bite the hand that feeds it."
Willow trembled more violently in Dwight's arms, unable to hide under Paisley's aura.
The Soulrend Pack's pheromones were in chaos—thorny, wormwood, mint, and cedar scents clashed like a silent howl.
Willow's sobs were incessant, he
