Kelsey's POV
I held my ground, the temporary mark on my nape—still healing—prickling under Angela's rose-scented pheromones.
I released my signature pine aura to counter hers. "Moira summoned me for the full moon feast, not to be the kitchen omega."
Mia's fangs pierced her lip, Alpha bloodline pressure wafting like cheap perfume. "You're a rogue even without a pack badge. What makes you think you're Bladeclaw's Luna?"
I walked into the hall, where Sydney and Angela sat by the fireplace.
Sydney's permanent mark from the former Alpha glowed, while Angela—Marcus's childhood soulmate—eyed my fading temporary mark with her emerald wolf eyes.
Mia shoved me, releasing aggressive pheromones. "Sydney! This rogue refused to prep food and attacked me with pheromones!"
Sydney's moonstone-tipped
