Third Person's POV
Two more steps and she could cross the threshold, but the mark on the back of her neck suddenly flared with pain.
Her nail-hardened claws dug deep into the doorframe, instantly leaving five silver-blue bloodstreaks on the ironwood panel.
From the living room wafted Mallory's pheromones—a mix of chicory and ambergris, the oppressive aura of a high-ranking Alpha that made her wolf ears flatten involuntarily.
She heard Valentine entertaining Mallory, whose deep and authoritative voice gave only curt replies.
As Adelaide adjusted her breathing, a faint wolfish whine escaped her throat.
After several attempts to composed herself, she finally appeared at the entrance to the living room.
Upon entering, she kept her eyes downcast and greeted him, "Mr. Pahari."
Mallory ro
