Third Person's POV
Priscilla froze, realizing she was outmatched.
Her initial plan to slap Adelaide and assert dominance had backfired—her own guard was injured before Adelaide even flinched.
In all her years, Priscilla had never suffered such humiliation.
"The Frostfang blood runs wild," she sneered.
Her sulfur-laced pheromones faltered under Adelaide's cold gaze.
The she-wolf knelt on moonstone tiles, her fresh scar from the mate bond dissolution gleaming faintly—a mark of her resilience.
Priscilla, suppressing her dread, fidgeted with her wolf-head bone token. Meant to suppress Adelaide, it now burned under her Alpha aura.
"Forget being the Blackthorn Pack's Luna," Priscilla declared, shaking her snow-wolf-haired cloak. "I'll arrange a reliable mate for you to inherit your fathe
