Third Person's POV
Ulrik's breath was heavy in the cold air, his pheromones sharp with cedar.
His wolf claws curled inside his gloves, knuckles cracking.
He strode toward Velda with steady, powerful steps, each one a heavy beat on the ground, radiating undeniable authority.
"Come with me to the Stormridge Pack," he said in a deep, strong voice. His vertical pupils contracted, releasing Alpha aura to crush her resistance.
Velda jerked her head up, her pheromones mingled with mint's coolness and a wolfish whine.
Her eyes gleamed with stubbornness under the moonlight, her wolf claws slightly opening at her sides, nails piercing her gloves. Moonstone-like shards glinted in her palm.
"No," she said, her voice cool and resolute, mint pheromones slicing through the air.
Her wolf roared si
