Third Person's POV
Madison's confrontational tone sent the conference room into a brief silence.
Her pheromones, reeking of wolfsbane, disrupted the musk-filled air.
In Lycan Erasmus's mind, his wolf growled, "How dare she."
Madison's wolf claws dug into the sofa armrest—she hadn't anticipated the Lycan King's overwhelming aura.
All lower-ranking wolves in the hall dropped to one knee, their throats emitting involuntary whimpers. Even Priscilla's musk pheromones were suppressed into thin lines.
Soon, Lycan Erasmus's anger subsided, and the room returned to normal.
"Why would you accuse her without evidence? You claim she insulted you but can't specify what was said. You refuse to confront her directly. How am I to judge her guilty?" Lycan Erasmus asked.
Madison snapped, "Trespassin
