Third Person's POV
Velda braced her hands against the ground. Her mint-green pheromones turned sour, and the healing mark on the back of her neck itched sharply.
Her wolf cowered in her mind, ears drooping and tail curled nervously between her legs.
She shouted, "Stop! Please stop!"
As Adelaide bent down, silver-blue blood seeped from her knuckles. Her cedar pheromones, laced with the chill of fir, pressed against the floor.
Her pupils slit into dark gold, and the wolf-head pendant on her collarbone grew hot. "Can't take it anymore? You once sneered at she-wolves who fought over Alphas. So why are you here today? To have me persuade Gloria not to mate with Ulrik?" Adelaide's voice was sharp. "Remember this, Velda. Your past arrogance is now matched by your humiliation."
A broken howl
