Third Person's POV
She quickly withdrew her wrist, her silver-blue pupils scanning the gray-temples Omega Susan beside her.
The elder Omega's wolf was in poor shape, its pheromones were intermittent, so she wouldn't target it. Instead, she glanced up and ordered a burly wolf-man guard to enter.
Priscilla's fingers caressed the wolf-head crest ring—a symbol of her status as a royal priestess.
Slapping someone upon meeting was a grave insult.
Priscilla wanted to see how much backbone this she-wolf, abandoned by Ulrik, truly had.
She aimed to intimidate Adelaide into backing down, making it clear this slap was just the beginning.
A bear-like wolf-man guard marched in, frost-wolf totems on his pauldrons still dusted with unmelted snow.
Upon receiving the order, he growled and swung his
