Third Person's POV
Paisley's wolf claws suddenly elongated by three inches. The hard keratin layer pierced through her silk gloves, emitting an eerie blue glow.
"What are you doing..."
Willow instinctively backed away but was seized by Paisley's iron-like wolf claws on her shoulders.
Paisley's vertical pupils abruptly contracted into blood-moon-like slits. A low growl rumbled in her throat, and her aura crushed down.
Willow's legs buckled, and she fell to her knees. Fear pheromones from her nape mixed with cheap perfume, creating a pungent, sour stench.
"Remember this——I am Paisley of the Crimson Flame Pack and the Stephens family," Paisley said, her wolf claws tightening.
The aura of her dominance cascaded over Willow like a tidal wave, unrelenting in its crushing force. "Every tim
