Adelaide's POV
Angela hurriedly rushed over, grabbing Paisley's waist from behind and tugging her back. Her wolf ears, pressed tightly against her scalp, betrayed her anxiety.
"She's a general. As Iron Claw warriors, we can't attack our superior. Alpha Lance is strict, and we still have to fight alongside Adelaide."
Paisley was fuming, her wolf fur bristling like steel wires.
Her claws nearly shredded the crimson Flame Pack emblem on her belt. "Let me go! What kind of lousy officer is she? I don't care about Alpha Lance. I'll defecate on her face!"
Velda's pheromones surged, her voice trembling with a wolf howl. "How dare you!"
I was both amused and irritated. Snatching the sulfur-reeking whip from Paisley's hand—a signature weapon of the Crimson Flame Pack that could produce sonic b
