Third Person's POV
Adelaide looked coldly at Madison's angry face, her silver-gray wolf hair on her ears bristling slightly with disgust.
She caught the scent of sage pheromones from the omega—the gland inhibitor Madison used to control them.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw an omega rush to shield Madison, shouting, "Help! Somebody help!"
"No need to call the guards," Adelaide said, her aura spreading. Lower-ranking wolves instinctively stepped back. "I've come to return your 'gift.'"
Madison's vertical pupils narrowed sharply, locking onto the silver wolf-head statue in Adelaide's hand.
She actually kept it?
The usual response to such a gift would be anger and destruction.
Madison had assumed Adelaide's earlier words were just talk, never expecting her to have kept the statu
