Third Person's POV
Adelaide's whip snapped to the side, ruffling the wolf warriors' fur.
They caught the dual scent in her pheromones—the cedar of the Frostfang Pack and the fir of the Ironthorn soldiers, resonating in her blood.
When Wanda snarled, the fresh rash on her neck flared up.
"Odd," Adelaide mused, tapping the ledger with her wolf claws, "We're just here to reconcile accounts. Why all the fuss?"
"Did you embezzle the dividends, Wanda?" she asked.
Her pheromones pressed down, souring Wanda's instantly.
"You're lying!" Wanda snapped, all bluster but reeking of guilt.
As servants lifted the boxes, Adelaide caught the distant howl.
"Let's hope you're not lying. Since you won't check, Priscilla and I will visit the Glenveil Pack."
She barred the wolf warriors with her whip
