Third Person's POV
"Was your declaration of love for me back then just a momentary impulse?"
Velda's wolf tail flicked beneath her skirt, knocking the Moon Goddess statue from the armrest.
The mint pheromones were thick with acidity, raising the hackles on Ulrik's neck.
He remained silent, unable to answer.
His initial affection for Velda had been genuine, but whether it was a fleeting impulse, he couldn't say for sure.
He recalled the snowy night at the Bloodscar Border when Velda, with silver-blue blood spattering her battle armor as she slit an enemy's throat, had seemed the epitome of passionate love.
But true Alpha companionship, he now knew, should mirror Adelaide's poise.
Ever since mating with Velda and Adelaide's subsequent departure, a nagging regret had gnawed at him.
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