Third Person's POV
At Tamara's words, Sabrina's heart filled with guilt. The light golden wolf hair on her ears bristled slightly from the emotional shock, and a reluctant whine rolled in her throat.
As a member of the Bloodmoon Pack's Alpha family, her werewolf blood coursing with rage, she unconsciously extended half-inch wolf claws from her fingertips, snagging the hem of her skirt.
She soon became indignant with shame and leaped to her feet.
She bellowed, "We were all duped by Velda! We thought she'd help Alpha Ulrik earn merits, but she not only failed to aid him but also dragged him down. She got captured herself, and who knows which werewolf marked her……"
Her words carried a sharp tang of sulfuric pheromones.
Before she could finish, the sound of boot heels crushing moonstone
