Third Person's POV
Velda was in a panic. Her pheromones fluctuated wildly, and a rotten scent emanated from the glands in the back of her neck.
Her pupils rapidly shifted between wolf and human, showing her unstable state.
Her fingers elongated into sharp nails that tore her clothes, yet she felt nothing.
She muttered, "I didn't do anything wrong. Those werewolves hid Western Tribe warriors. They weren't ordinary civilians. I was right to eliminate them. Your family was killed by Western Tribe warriors, and it has nothing to do with me."
"Right, it's unrelated. I'm not wrong," she said, swallowing hard and trying to crawl away.
Adelaide's voice came from behind. "Just like that, crawling on the ground. My brother's mate tried to protect the children. She was badly hurt but forced her
