Third Person's POV
"Wonderful! All our guests are gone. Just wonderful!" Ulrik snarled, his voice laced with sarcasm and fury.
Velda's wolf fur prickled beneath her dress.
She strode to the Packhouse window, glanced at the deserted plaza, and asked innocently, "Why did they leave?"
"Not enough seats!" Ulrik exploded. "Why did you invite them without telling us? They don't belong here!"
Velda's pupils shrank, her belt clinking against her gown. "So they're discriminating against wolf warriors?"
Her voice carried the chill of a blizzard. "Those royal Lycans and council wolves—do they think our border guards aren't worthy of respect? After we fight and die to protect them?"
"This isn't about respect! You invited them without clearance! Did you even inform the base?"
He forced his roar
