Third Person's POV
"You're the one who messed up!"
Gloria lunged forward, her pheromones turning violent, her claws almost bursting through her fingertips. "The pack's in trouble, and you're rich but refuse to help. I've covered so many expenses—it's all documented. You took so much money from Alpha Ulrik but give nothing back. You demand fancy meals and a crowd of servants. Why should I, who supports the entire pack, also support you? It's not fair!"
With each sentence, her pheromones fluctuated wildly, as if trying to shatter Velda's indifference.
Her wolf claws opened involuntarily, her nails piercing her gloves, and a wolf-like whine escaped her throat.
"Because you're stupid!" Velda snorted. Her pheromones shot at Gloria like arrows, forcing her back.
"Do you think the Bloodmoon
